One toast, and then good-night.

Success to the Revolution! To be drunk in blood-red wine!" As there was no red wine, except claret, and that lies cold on the stomach at three in the morning, we drank it in French brandy.

I had risen to go, when a sudden thought struck me: "By Jupiter! where's Johnny Carr?
I say, colonel, how drunk was he last night?
Do you think he remembers telling you about it ?" "Yes," said the colonel, "I expect he does by now.

He didn't when I left him this morning." "Will he confess to the President?
If he does, it might make the old man keep an unpleasantly sharp eye on you.

He knows you don't love him." "Well, he hasn't seen the President yet.