human
And so this was the wine, said Chestnut;
gpt
Ask the wine, laughed Hamilton,
human
With all my heart,
gpt
That is, if you have had enough tobacco,
human
Just one more glass from the disputed bottle, said Wilmington, rising with the rest, and holding his glass between his face and the lights.
gpt
As our old table-customs seem to interest you, Chestnut, I give you a toast which I have drunk now these fifty years. Once it was a present joy; it is now but a sad remembrance. Quite often I say it to myself when I take my last glass in company; and always when I dine alone I say it aloud, or it seems to say itself of long habit.
human
Here is to each other, —and with a slight quaver in his voice,—
gpt
Dat wine ’s a sherry, sar, sure ’s ye ’re born.
human
Uncle John, replied Wilmington,
gpt
The bottle ’s the mistress I mean, I mean.
human
A LITTLE MORE BURGUNDY