"I will not allow that, Geoffrey—you must honour my toast."
"I have done so, uncle, as far as I am able. I have had enough wine."
"Nonsense, boy! Don't you like it?"
"I hardly know. It makes me feel giddy and queer."
"Ha! ha! that's good"—chuckling and rubbing his hands.
"If I take more just now, I shall certainly be tipsy."
"What then?"
"It would be disgraceful. In your presence, too."
"What—were you never drunk?"
"Never, in my life."