You are my host to-day, my lord, and I am your guest.

I will drink to you, my lord, from your silver goblet." With as frank a manner as his own of a while before, I pushed the green and gold glass over to him, and held out my hand for the silver goblet.
That a man may smile and smile and be a villain is no new doctrine.

My lord's laugh and gesture of courtesy were as free and ready as if the poisoned splendor he drew toward him had been as innocent as a pearl within the shell.

I took the silver cup from before him.

"I drink to the King," I said, and drained it to the bottom.