Of all words that could have come before his eyes just then, it seemed strange indeed that these should be the ones:
"Woe unto him that giveth his neighbor drink!"
"Pshaw!" said Mr. Ryan at last, with a little nervous laugh. "Don't be a goose, Tode. Take your paper away and pass me the wine."
"I can't, sir," answered Tode, earnestly. "I promised him to-day, I did, that I was going to do it all just as fast as I found it out."
"Promised who? What are you talking about?"
"Promised the Lord Jesus Christ, sir. I told him this very day."
"Fiddlesticks. You don't understand. This refers to drunkards."
"It don't say so," answered Tode, simply.
"Yes, it does. Don't it say, 'and makes him drunk?'"
"It says and makes him drunk also," Tode said, with a sharp, searching look.