"Wine for Master Pory, Captain Percy, and myself! And Giles, my two choice goblets." Giles, whom I had never seen before, advanced to the table, took the flagon, and went toward the door, which he had shut behind him.

I negligently turned in my seat, and so came in for a glimpse, as he slipped through the door, of a figure in black in the next room.
The wine was brought, and with it two goblets.

My lord broke off in the midst of an account of the morning's bear-baiting which the tediousness of the Indians had caused us to miss.

"Who knows if we three shall ever drink together again ?" he said.

"To honor this bout I use my most precious cups." Voice and manner were free and unconstrained.