Or the canceled champagne. Perhaps I should cut down on the sherry,” he added, giving a weak laugh. “Port,” Beatrice said, correcting him, and both men in the room turned to look at her. “The glasses at the card game had dregs of port, not sherry,” she said. “That must be it,” Mr. Ashbrook said, nodding at her. “I never drink port normally. I suppose tonight I was caught up in the revelry.”
