If Mr.Buxton asks you, you may have a glass of wine, because you're a boy.

But mind and say, 'Your good health, sir,' before you drink it." "I'd rather not have the wine if I'm to say that," said Edward, bluntly.
"Oh, nonsense! my dear.

You'd wish to be like a gentleman, I'm sure." Edward muttered something which was inaudible.

His mother went on: Of course you'll never think of being helped more than twice.

Twice of meat, twice of pudding, is the genteel thing.