"What makes you think it?"
"As soon as I tasted it I didn't like it, I told him so. He said I should change my opinion by the time I'd finished the glass; so--merely to get rid of it--I finished the glass in a hurry, and I liked it less than ever."
"How did it affect you?"
"It upset me; I was conscious that I was not in a condition in which I should care to do business."
"Did you say anything?"
"I told him that I thought the wine had a very funny taste; but he only laughed and said it was evident that I was no judge of port."
"You only had one glass?"
"One only; nothing short of physical force would have induced me to touch another drop."
"Then what did you do?"
"We went into the other room, his sitting-room. He took out an autograph album, it seemed that he collected autographs; though that was the first I'd heard of it. He began to talk about imitating people's handwriting, how good some were at it. Now it's a fact that I've always had an unfortunate facility for imitating handwriting."