You are
not altogether used to hard drinking; but this you conceal--as most
spirited young fellows do--by drinking a great deal. You have a dim
recollection of certain circumstances--very unimportant, yet very
vividly impressed on your mind--which occurred on one of these
occasions.
The oysters were exceedingly fine, and the champagne exquisite. You have
a recollection of something being said, toward the end of the first
bottle, of Xenophon, and of the Senior's saying in his playful way, "Oh,
d--n Xenophon!"
You remember Dalton laughed at this; and you laughed--for company. You
remember that you thought, and Dalton thought, and the Senior thought,
by a singular coincidence, that the second bottle of champagne was
better even than the first. You have a dim remembrance of the Senior's
saying very loudly, "Clarence--(calling you by your family name)--is no
spooney;" and drinking a bumper with you in confirmation of the remark.
You remember that Dalton broke out into a song, and that for a time you
joined in the chorus; you think the Senior called you to order for
repeating the chorus in the wrong place. You think the lights burned
with remarkable brilliancy; and you remember that a remark of yours to
that effect met with very much such a response from the Senior as he had
before employed with reference to Xenophon.
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