'We will all drink,' she said, 'to my coming marriage,' This made Carmel turn pale; for Adelaide had never been known to drink a drop of liquor in her life.

I felt a little queer, myself; and not one of us spoke till the glasses were filled and the maid had left the dining-room and shut the door.
"Then Adelaide rose.

'We will drink standing,' said she, and never had I seen her look as she did then.

I thought of my evil life when I should have been watching Ranelagh; and when she lifted the glass to her lips and looked at me, almost as earnestly as she did at Ranelagh,--but it was a different kind of earnestness,--I felt like--like--well, like the wretch I was and always had been; possibly, always will be.

She drank;--we wouldn't call it drinking, for she just touched the wine with her lips; but to her it was debauch.