"Do you good." He drank his off slowly.
"I'd--I'd ask you to have a drink with me, Heise," said the dentist, who had an indistinct idea of the amenities of the barroom, "only," he added shamefacedly, "only--you see, I don't believe I got any change." His anger against Trina, heated by the whiskey he had drank, flamed up afresh.

What a humiliating position for Trina to place him in, not to leave him the price of a drink with a friend, she who had five thousand dollars! "Sha! That's all right, Doc," returned Heise, nibbling on a grain of coffee.

"Want another?
Hey?
This my treat.

Two more of the same, Joe." McTeague hesitated.

It was lamentably true that whiskey did not agree with him; he knew it well enough.