The butler felt trebly an Englishman as he filled the foaming glass.

Ah! foreign nations may have their revolutions! foreign aristocracies may tumble down! The British aristocracy lives in the hearts of the people, and lives forever! "Another!" said Geoffrey, presenting his empty glass.

"Here's luck!" He tossed off his liquor at a draught, and nodded to the butler, and went out.
Had the experiment succeeded?
Had he proved his own theory about himself to be right?
Not a doubt of it! An empty stomach, and a determination of tobacco to the head--these were the true causes of that strange state of mind into which he had fallen in the kitchen-garden.

The dumb woman with the stony face vanished as if in a mist.

He felt nothing now but a comfortable buzzing in his head, a genial warmth all over him, and an unlimited capacity for carrying any responsibility that could rest on mortal shoulders.