"You will each advise--advise the princess, I hope." "If she wishes my poor advice," I responded, "she has but to ask it." "And mine," said Castleman, tipping his goblet over his nose.
"If we are to have clear heads to-morrow," I suggested, "we must drink no more wine to-night.

The counsel of wine is the advice of the devil." "Right you are, Sir Karl.

Only one more goblet.

Here's to the health of the bride to be," said Castleman.
Yolanda leaned back in her chair beside Twonette, and her face wore a curious combination of smile and pout.
On the way to the inn, Max, who was of course very happy, told me what had happened in the oak room and added:-- "I look to you, Karl, to help me with father." "That I will certainly do," I answered.

I could not resist saying: "We came to Burgundy with the hope of winning the princess.