Without positively losing my senses, I speedily lost all command of my temper, and my impetuous passions whirled me onward at their pleasure.

I had sate down sulky and discontented, and disposed to be silent--the wine rendered me loquacious, disputatious, and quarrelsome.

I contradicted whatever was asserted, and attacked, without any respect to my uncle's table, both his politics and his religion.

The affected moderation of Rashleigh, which he well knew how to qualify with irritating ingredients, was even more provoking to me than the noisy and bullying language of his obstreperous brothers.

My uncle, to do him justice, endeavoured to bring us to order; but his authority was lost amidst the tumult of wine and passion.