What Will He Do with It — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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away these things), and shall return to our inn--not far hence--to sup,
at eight o'clock. Supper is our principal meal; we rarely spoil our days by the ceremonial of a formal dinner. Will you do us the favour to sup with us? Our host has a wonderful whiskey, which when raw is Glenlivat, but refined into toddy is nectar. Bring your pipe, and let us hear John Kemble again." Waife's face lighted up. "You are most kind; nothing I should like so much. But--" and the light fled, the face darkened--"but no; I cannot --you don't know--that is--I--I have made a vow to myself to decline all such temptations. I humbly beg you'll excuse me." VANCE.--" Temptations! of what kind,--the whiskey toddy?" WAIFE (puffing away a sigh).--"Ah, yes; whiskey toddy, if you please. Perhaps I once loved a glass too well, and could not resist a glass too much now; and if I once broke the rule and became a tippler, what would happen to Juliet Araminta? For her sake don't press me." "Oh, do go, Grandy; he never drinks,--never anything stronger than tea, I assure you, sir: it can't be that." "It is, silly child, and nothing else," said Waife, positively, drawing himself up,--"excuse me." Lionel began brushing his hat with his sleeve, and his face worked; at last he said, "Well, sir, then may I ask another favour? Mr. Vance and I are going to-morrow, after the sitting, to see Hampton Court; we have kept that excursion to the last before leaving these parts. Would you and little Sophy come with us in the boat? We will have no whiskey |
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