As for the brandy, I would remind you that I suggested a milder drink.

Try some Madeira." He handed me the decanter, as he spoke, and I poured out a glass.
"Madeira!" said I, taking a gulp, "Ugh! it's the commonest Marsala!" I had no sooner said the words than he rose up, and stretched a hand gravely across to me.
"I hope you will shake it," he said; "though, as a man who after three glasses of neat spirit can distinguish between Madeira and Marsala, you have every right to refuse me.

Two minutes ago you offered to become my butler, and I demurred.

I now beg you to repeat that offer.

Say the word, and I employ you gladly; you shall even have the second decanter (which contains genuine Madeira) to take to bed with you." We shook hands on our bargain, and catching up a candlestick, he led the way from the room.
Picking up my boots, I followed him along the passage and down the silent staircase.