He always does so, when company drink wine." "That he may come in for the host's, that is, for the lion's share," said the stranger, looking at Peveril.
"The shot is mine," said Julian; "and if mine host will share it, I will willingly bestow another quart on him, and on you, sir.

I never break old customs." These sounds caught the ear of Gaffer Whitecraft, who had entered the room, a strapping specimen of his robust trade, prepared to play the civil, or the surly host, as his company should be acceptable or otherwise.

At Julian's invitation, he doffed his dusty bonnet--brushed from his sleeve the looser particles of his professional dust--and sitting down on the end of a bench, about a yard from the table, filled a glass of canary, and drank to his guests, and "especially to this noble gentleman," indicating Peveril, who had ordered the canary.
Julian returned the courtesy by drinking his health, and asking what news were about in the country?
"Nought, sir, I hears on nought, except this Plot, as they call it, that they are pursuing the Papishers about; but it brings water to my mill, as the saying is.

Between expresses hurrying hither and thither, and guards and prisoners riding to and again, and the custom of the neighbours, that come to speak over the news of an evening, nightly, I may say, instead of once a week, why, the spigot is in use, gentlemen, and your land thrives; and then I, serving as constable, and being a known Protestant, I have tapped, I may venture to say, it may be ten stands of ale extraordinary, besides a reasonable sale of wine for a country corner.

Heaven make us thankful, and keep all good Protestants from Plot and Popery." "I can easily conceive, my friend," said Julian, "that curiosity is a passion which runs naturally to the alehouse; and that anger, and jealousy, and fear, are all of them thirsty passions, and great consumers of home-brewed.