I've had champagne.

You--" "I am not drunk all of the time, you know," snarled George.
"Well, I'm glad to hear it," said Simmy cheerfully.
"I hate the stuff,--hate it worse than anything on earth except being sober.

Good night, Simmy," he broke off abruptly.
"That dance in there won't be over before three o'clock," said Simmy shrewdly.

"You're in for a long wait, my lad." George groaned.

"Good Lord, is it--is it a dance?
The papers said it was a dinner for Lord and Lady--" "Better come along with me, George," interrupted Simmy quietly.