Besides, the stuff is better." "Much the same." "I like it better.

Come and have something to drink.

I must have something." "I don't want anything," murmured the young man.
"Never mind." Adrian Singleton rose up wearily and followed Dorian to the bar.

A half-caste, in a ragged turban and a shabby ulster, grinned a hideous greeting as he thrust a bottle of brandy and two tumblers in front of them.

The women sidled up and began to chatter.