We did not stay there, after dinner, but came upstairs into the drawing-room again: in one snug corner of which, Agnes set glasses for her father, and a decanter of port wine
Carton, who smelt of port wine
, and did not appear to be quite sober, laughed then, and turned to Darnay:
A yellow dog that's spent most of his life in a cheap New York flat, sleeping in a corner on an old sateen underskirt (the one she spilled port wine
on at the Lady Longshoremen's banquet), mustn't be expcctcd to perform any tricks with the art of speech.
Sapsea has a bottle of port wine
on a table before the fire--the fire is an early luxury, but pleasant on the cool, chilly autumn evening--and is characteristically attended by his portrait, his eight-day clock, and his weather-glass.
You may then,' said the doctor, rising gravely, 'give her a glass of hot mulled port wine
, if she likes wine--'
Joe," said Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to; "I have brought you, as the compliments of the season - I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of sherry wine - and I have brought you, Mum, a bottle of port wine
Pickwick, he applied himself with great interest to the port wine
and dessert, which had just been placed on the table.
Wickham was as far beyond them all in person, countenance, air, and walk, as THEY were superior to the broad-faced, stuffy uncle Phillips, breathing port wine
, who followed them into the room.
Brownlow, with a slight shudder; 'a couple of glasses of port wine
would have done him a great deal more good.
The old man who had been standing by the door in one attitude during the whole interview, looking at the mother up- stairs as he had looked at the son down-stairs, went out at the same time, and, after a longer absence, returned with another tray on which was the greater part of a bottle of port wine
(which, to judge by his panting, he had brought from the cellar), a lemon, a sugar-basin, and a spice box.
He did not approve of a too lowering system, including reckless cupping, nor, on the other hand, of incessant port wine
Drawing a chair to the fire, I desired mine host to favor us with a glass apiece of whiskey punch, which was speedily prepared, steaming hot, with a slice of lemon at the bottom, a dark-red stratum of port wine
upon the surface, and a sprinkling of nutmeg strewn over all.