“I'll have my port with it—the 'sixty-eight.” The man stood gazing with evident stupefaction. He had not expected this. The old man's face was very flushed, but that might be the bath. He said feebly:
“Are you sure you ought, sir?”
“No, but I'm going to.”
“Would you mind if I spoke to Miss Heythorp, Sir?”
“If you do, you can leave my service.”
“Well, Sir, I don't accept the responsibility.”
“Who asked you to?”
“No, Sir....”
“Well, get it, then; and don't be an ass.”
“Yes, Sir.” If the old man were not humoured he would have a fit, perhaps!