“What is it?” questioned Peter—“something to drink?”
“It’s a sort of port,” explained Clodd, “that doesn’t get into your head.”
“You consider that an advantage?” queried Peter.
“Of course. You can drink more of it.”
Peter continued to write: ‘Possesses all the qualities of an old vintage port, without those deleterious properties—’ “I haven’t tasted it, Clodd,” hinted Peter.
“That’s all right—I have.”
“And was it good?”
“Splendid stuff. Say it’s ‘delicious and invigorating.’ They’ll be sure to quote that.”
Peter wrote on: ‘Personally I have found it delicious and—’ Peter left off writing. “I really think, Clodd, I ought to taste it. You see, I am personally recommending it.”
“Finish that par. Let me have it to take round to the printers. Then put the bottle in your pocket. Take it home and make a night of it.”