"We drink without compulsion!" replied another.
"The Magyar does all a German can do!"
That assertion, loudly shouted, was general.
"Even draining glasses as they did at Wartburg?" cried Lorand.
"What the devil was the custom at Wartburg?"
"The revellers at Wartburg, when they were in high spirits used to load a pistol, and then to fill the barrel to the brim with wine: then they cocked the trigger, and drained this curious glass one after another for friendship's sake."
(I see you, Lorand!)
"Well, which of you is inclined to follow the German cavaliers' example?"
Topándy interrupted.
"I for one am not, and Heaven forbid you should be."