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According
to
universal
custom
,
the
intended
imbibers
fell
into
line
along
the
counter
,
each
calling
out
the
name
of
the
drink
most
to
his
liking
at
the
moment
.
Of
these
were
ordered
almost
as
many
kinds
as
there
were
individuals
in
the
party
;
Calhoun
himself
shouting
out
--
"
Brown
sherry
for
me
;
"
and
immediately
adding
--
"
with
a
dash
of
bitters
.
"
"
Prandy
und
pitters
,
you
calls
for
,
Mishter
Calhoun
?
"
said
the
landlord
,
as
he
leant
obsequiously
across
the
counter
towards
the
reputed
partner
of
an
extensive
estate
.
"
Certainly
,
you
stupid
Dutchman
!
I
said
brown
sherry
,
did
n't
I
?
"
"
All
rights
,
mein
herr
;
all
rights
!
Prandy
und
pitters
--
prandy
und
pitters
,
"
repeated
the
German
Boniface
,
as
he
hastened
to
place
the
decanter
before
his
ill-mannered
guest
.
With
the
large
accession
of
the
major
's
party
,
to
several
others
already
in
the
act
of
imbibing
,
the
whole
front
of
the
long
counter
became
occupied
--
with
scarce
an
inch
to
spare
.
Apparently
by
accident
--
though
it
may
have
been
design
on
the
part
of
Calhoun
--
he
was
the
outermost
man
on
the
extreme
right
of
those
who
had
responded
to
his
invitation
.
This
brought
him
in
juxtaposition
with
Maurice
Gerald
,
who
alone
--
as
regarded
boon
companionship
--
was
quietly
drinking
his
whisky
and
water
,
and
smoking
a
cigar
he
had
just
lighted
.
The
two
were
back
to
back
--
neither
having
taken
any
notice
of
the
other
.
"
A
toast
!
"
cried
Calhoun
,
taking
his
glass
from
the
counter
.
