Perhaps Signor Glyndon may not have the same distaste.

The English are said to love their potations warm and pungent." "Do you wish my friend also to taste the wine, Prince ?" said Zicci.
"Recollect all cannot drink it with the same impunity as myself." "No," said the Prince, hastily; "if you do not recommend the wine, Heaven forbid that we should constrain our guests! My Lord Duke," turning to one of the Frenchmen, "yours is the true soil of Bacchus.
What think you of this cask from Burgundy,--has it borne the journey ?" "Ah!" said Zicci, "let us change both the wine and the theme." With that the Corsican grew more animated and brilliant.

Never did wit more sparkling, airy, exhilarating, flash from the lips of reveller.

His spirits fascinated all present, even the Prince himself, even Glyndon, with a strange and wild contagion.

The former, indeed, whom the words and gaze of Zicci, when he drained the poison, had filled with fearful misgivings, now hailed in the brilliant eloquence of his wit a certain sign of the operation of the bane.