Just say Mr.Dark, will you?
I'll sit down here till you come back; and, young man, if there is such a thing as a glass of ale in the house, I don't mind committing myself so far as to say that I'll drink it." I got him the ale before I announced him.

He winked at me as he put it to his lips.
"Your good health," says he.

"I like you.

Don't forget that the name's Dark; and just leave the jug and glass, will you, in case my master keeps me waiting." I announced him at once, and was told to show him into the library.
When I got back to the hall the jug was empty, and Mr.Dark was comforting himself with a pinch of snuff, snorting over it like a perfect grampus.

He had swallowed more than a pint of the strongest old ale in the house; and, for all the effect it seemed to have had on him, he might just as well have been drinking so much water.
As I led him along the passage to the library Josephine passed us.