Then abruptly he moved, rose with one knee upon the chair, lifted the glass to Toby's lips.
"Afraid ?" he said again, speaking softly as one speaks to a frightened child.
Toby raised a hand that sought to take the glass but closed instead nervously upon Saltash's wrist.

He drank in response to Saltash's unspoken insistence, looking straight at him the while.
Then oddly he smiled.

"No, not afraid, sir," he said.

"Only--lest I might not bring you luck." "Oh, don't fret yourself on that account!" said Saltash.

"I'm not used to any luck." Toby's eyes widened.