He held out the empty glass. “Same again, my old mate. Fill it right up this time, eh? No sense in havin’ a great big glass and only sloshing a bit in the bottom, is there?” “Many people prefer to savor the bouquet,” said a quietly horrified chair. “They enjoy sniffing it.” Nobby looked at his glass with the red-veined eyes of one who’d heard rumors about what the upper crust got up to. “Nah,” he said. “I’ll go on stickin’ it in my mouth, if it’s all the same to you.”
