The wedding party crowded in, and Tom Brangwen, becoming roisterous, poured out drinks. Everybody must drink. The bells were ringing away against the windows.

“Lift your glasses up,” shouted Tom Brangwen from the parlour, “lift your glasses up, an' drink to the hearth an' home — hearth an' home, an' may they enjoy it.”

“Night an' day, an' may they enjoy it,” shouted Frank Brangwen, in addition.

“Hammer an' tongs, and may they enjoy it,” shouted Alfred Brangwen, the saturnine.

“Fill your glasses up, an' let's have it all over again,” shouted Tom Brangwen.

“Hearth an' home, an' may ye enjoy it.”