else in
hand. He
held it
between
himself
and the
candle,
tasted the
port,
rolled it
in his
mouth,
swallowed
it, looked
at his
glass
again,
smelt the
port,
tried it,
drank it,
filled
again, and
cross-examined
the glass
again,
until I
was as
nervous as
if I had
known the
wine to be
telling
him
something
to my
disadvantage.
Three or
four times
I feebly
thought I
would
start
conversation;
but
whenever
he saw me
going to
ask him
anything,
