He took out the glass stopper.
Not vinegar. No. There is but one name for that familiar, that searching smell.
"It's brandy," said John aloud, speaking to himself, while the past unrolled itself like a map before his eyes. "Yes, look at it. Would you like to smell it again? There is no need to be so surprised. You had some of it not ten minutes ago, you poor deluded, blinded, bandaged idiot."
"Whom do you think I have seen?" said Di, as they drove away.
Mrs. Courtenay made no attempt to guess, which was the more remarkable because, when Miss Fane had ordered a cup of tea for Di, James had volunteered the information that he had already taken tea to Mr. and Miss Tempest.
"Whom but John himself," continued Di.
"I thought he was still invisible."
"I am sure he ought to be. I never saw any one look so ill. We had tea together. I really thought you were never going away at all, but I was glad you were such a long time, because it was so pleasant seeing him again. I like John; don't you? I have liked him from the first."
"He is a sensible man, but I prefer people with easier manners myself."