“Because,” returned the sergeant, clapping him on the shoulder, “you're a man that knows what's what.”
“D'ye think so?” said Mr. Pumblechook, with his former laugh.
“Have another glass!”
“With you. Hob and nob,” returned the sergeant. “The top of mine to the foot of yours, — the foot of yours to the top of mine, — Ring once, ring twice, — the best tune on the Musical Glasses! Your health. May you live a thousand years, and never be a worse judge of the right sort than you are at the present moment of your life!”
The sergeant tossed off his glass again and seemed quite ready for another glass.