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"
Come
,
come
,
"
said
James
,
putting
his
hand
to
his
nose
and
winking
at
his
cousin
with
a
pair
of
vinous
eyes
,
"
no
jokes
,
old
boy
;
no
trying
it
on
on
me
.
You
want
to
trot
me
out
,
but
it
's
no
go
.
In
vino
veritas
,
old
boy
.
Mars
,
Bacchus
,
Apollo
virorum
,
hey
?
I
wish
my
aunt
would
send
down
some
of
this
to
the
governor
;
it
's
a
precious
good
tap
.
"
"
You
had
better
ask
her
,
"
Machiavel
continued
,
"
or
make
the
best
of
your
time
now
.
What
says
the
bard
?
'
Nunc
vino
pellite
curas
,
Cras
ingens
iterabimus
aequor
,
'
"
and
the
Bacchanalian
,
quoting
the
above
with
a
House
of
Commons
air
,
tossed
off
nearly
a
thimbleful
of
wine
with
an
immense
flourish
of
his
glass
.
At
the
Rectory
,
when
the
bottle
of
port
wine
was
opened
after
dinner
,
the
young
ladies
had
each
a
glass
from
a
bottle
of
currant
wine
.
Mrs.
Bute
took
one
glass
of
port
,
honest
James
had
a
couple
commonly
,
but
as
his
father
grew
very
sulky
if
he
made
further
inroads
on
the
bottle
,
the
good
lad
generally
refrained
from
trying
for
more
,
and
subsided
either
into
the
currant
wine
,
or
to
some
private
gin-and-water
in
the
stables
,
which
he
enjoyed
in
the
company
of
the
coachman
and
his
pipe
.
At
Oxford
,
the
quantity
of
wine
was
unlimited
,
but
the
quality
was
inferior
:
but
when
quantity
and
quality
united
as
at
his
aunt
's
house
,
James
showed
that
he
could
appreciate
them
indeed
;
and
hardly
needed
any
of
his
cousin
's
encouragement
in
draining
off
the
second
bottle
supplied
by
Mr.
Bowls
.
When
the
time
for
coffee
came
,
however
,
and
for
a
return
to
the
ladies
,
of
whom
he
stood
in
awe
,
the
young
gentleman
's
agreeable
frankness
left
him
,
and
he
relapsed
into
his
usual
surly
timidity
;
contenting
himself
by
saying
yes
and
no
,
by
scowling
at
Lady
Jane
,
and
by
upsetting
one
cup
of
coffee
during
the
evening
.
If
he
did
not
speak
he
yawned
in
a
pitiable
manner
,
and
his
presence
threw
a
damp
upon
the
modest
proceedings
of
the
evening
,
for
Miss
Crawley
and
Lady
Jane
at
their
piquet
,
and
Miss
Briggs
at
her
work
,
felt
that
his
eyes
were
wildly
fixed
on
them
,
and
were
uneasy
under
that
maudlin
look
.
"
He
seems
a
very
silent
,
awkward
,
bashful
lad
,
"
said
Miss
Crawley
to
Mr.
Pitt
.
"
He
is
more
communicative
in
men
's
society
than
with
ladies
,
"
Machiavel
dryly
replied
:
perhaps
rather
disappointed
that
the
port
wine
had
not
made
Jim
speak
more
.
He
had
spent
the
early
part
of
the
next
morning
in
writing
home
to
his
mother
a
most
flourishing
account
of
his
reception
by
Miss
Crawley
.
But
ah
!
he
little
knew
what
evils
the
day
was
bringing
for
him
,
and
how
short
his
reign
of
favour
was
destined
to
be
.
A
circumstance
which
Jim
had
forgotten
--
a
trivial
but
fatal
circumstance
--
had
taken
place
at
the
Cribb
's
Arms
on
the
night
before
he
had
come
to
his
aunt
's
house
.
It
was
no
other
than
this
--
Jim
,
who
was
always
of
a
generous
disposition
,
and
when
in
his
cups
especially
hospitable
,
had
in
the
course
of
the
night
treated
the
Tutbury
champion
and
the
Rottingdean
man
,
and
their
friends
,
twice
or
thrice
to
the
refreshment
of
gin-and-water
--
so
that
no
less
than
eighteen
glasses
of
that
fluid
at
eightpence
per
glass
were
charged
in
Mr.
James
Crawley
's
bill
.
It
was
not
the
amount
of
eightpences
,
but
the
quantity
of
gin
which
told
fatally
against
poor
James
's
character
,
when
his
aunt
's
butler
,
Mr.
Bowls
,
went
down
at
his
mistress
's
request
to
pay
the
young
gentleman
's
bill
.
The
landlord
,
fearing
lest
the
account
should
be
refused
altogether
,
swore
solemnly
that
the
young
gent
had
consumed
personally
every
farthing
's
worth
of
the
liquor
:
and
Bowls
paid
the
bill
finally
,
and
showed
it
on
his
return
home
to
Mrs.
Firkin
,
who
was
shocked
at
the
frightful
prodigality
of
gin
;
and
took
the
bill
to
Miss
Briggs
as
accountant-general
;
who
thought
it
her
duty
to
mention
the
circumstance
to
her
principal
,
Miss
Crawley
.
Had
he
drunk
a
dozen
bottles
of
claret
,
the
old
spinster
could
have
pardoned
him
.
Mr.
Fox
and
Mr.
Sheridan
drank
claret
.
Gentlemen
drank
claret
.
But
eighteen
glasses
of
gin
consumed
among
boxers
in
an
ignoble
pot-house
--
it
was
an
odious
crime
and
not
to
be
pardoned
readily
.
Everything
went
against
the
lad
:
he
came
home
perfumed
from
the
stables
,
whither
he
had
been
to
pay
his
dog
Towzer
a
visit
--
and
whence
he
was
going
to
take
his
friend
out
for
an
airing
,
when
he
met
Miss
Crawley
and
her
wheezy
Blenheim
spaniel
,
which
Towzer
would
have
eaten
up
had
not
the
Blenheim
fled
squealing
to
the
protection
of
Miss
Briggs
,
while
the
atrocious
master
of
the
bull-dog
stood
laughing
at
the
horrible
persecution
.
