“Yes, I will,” said the man; “and I don’t deceive you, Governors.”

It was given him. Making a stiff arm to the elbow, he poured the wine into his mouth, tilted it into his right cheek, as saying, “What do you think of it?” tilted it into his left cheek, as saying, “What do you think of it?” jerked it into his stomach, as saying, “What do you think of it?” To conclude, smacked his lips, as if all three replied, “We think well of it.”

“Will you have another?”

“Yes, I will,” he repeated, “and I don’t deceive you, Governors.” And also repeated the other proceedings.

“Now,” began Lightwood, “what’s your name?”