There's some claret and some whisky-and-soda." "Whisky-and-soda for me, please," said Thresk.
"And for me too.

You take claret, don't you, Stella dear ?" and he lingered upon the "dear" as though he anticipated getting a great deal of amusement out of her later on.

And so she understood him, for there came a look of trouble into her face and she made a little gesture of helplessness.

Thresk watched and said nothing.
"The decanter's in front of you, Stella," continued Ballantyne.

He turned his attention to his own tumbler, into which Baram Singh had already poured the whisky; and at once he exclaimed indignantly: "There's much too much here for me! Good heavens, what next!" and in Hindustani he ordered Baram Singh to add to the soda-water.