What a strange taste--this whisky drinking! We did it in England, to be sure.

But here it was done everywhere and at all hours and in all degrees of immoderation and vulgarity.

Lamborn, however, was not unduly under the influence of drink; he was rather laughing and genial and humorously familiar.
Douglas had doubtless taken as much as Lamborn, but he was quite equal to resisting its relaxing effects.
Douglas and I sat under a tree by the brook.

The buds were coming out.
There was the balmy warmth of spring in the air.

I had a chance now to revise my first impressions of him.