A nation of ginger ale drinkers would be doomed before they reached the second generation.

1900 Pommery, this, Ronnie, and I drink your health.

If I may be allowed one moment's sentiment," he added, raising his glass, "let me say that I drink your health from the bottom of my hear, with all the admiration which a man of my age feels for you younger fellows who are fighting for us and our country." They drank the toast in silence.

In a moment or two they were alone again.
"Go on, Ronnie," his uncle said.

"I am interested." "I met Conyers the other day," Granet proceeded, "the man who commands the _Scorpion._ I managed to get an invitation down to Portsmouth to have lunch with him on his ship.