. Perfervid, the career of Ninian Jamieson. pretty maid-servant took from anaumry a large stone jug and a formidable curtsied to the Provost, who promptly roseand kissed her, she filled the glass and poured itinto her masters horn. She seemed in doubt whatto do next, but Jamieson nodded towards Mortimer,and she advanced and curtsied to him. He thrusthis chair from the table, placed his hands on hisknees with the backs of them downward, squaringhis elbows, and stared the girl out of countenance. Everything here, said the Provost, who was notquite well pleased, is as innocent and wh
. Perfervid, the career of Ninian Jamieson. pretty maid-servant took from anaumry a large stone jug and a formidable curtsied to the Provost, who promptly roseand kissed her, she filled the glass and poured itinto her masters horn. She seemed in doubt whatto do next, but Jamieson nodded towards Mortimer,and she advanced and curtsied to him. He thrusthis chair from the table, placed his hands on hisknees with the backs of them downward, squaringhis elbows, and stared the girl out of countenance. Everything here, said the Provost, who was notquite well pleased, is as innocent and wholesome asthe porridge. I know, I know ! cried Mortimer. Im onlyadmiring. He rose with awkward ceremony. His face hadresolved into such a ludicrous expression of beati-fication that the girl blushed and smothered a laughas he kissed her. Then she filled a glass into his THE DUNMYATT WHISKY 27 horn, and set the jug at the cooks right hand. Thecook took half a glass and passed the jug to thecoachman, who dealt himself full measure, and so it. went round the servants, the maids and a boy inbuttons taking a half, and the men a whole Provost drank first, and after him all theservants. Mortimer thought by the bouquet and 28 PERFERVID the dark colour that the beverage was whisky whichhad been kept in sherry-wood. He liked whiskywell enough, but he had always regarded the drink-ing of neat spirits as a habit vulgar and depraved ;and, forgetting his late resolution, was about toattack the custom in his most dogmatic and diffusemanner when Jamieson said, Drink it, man. Itsa hundred years old. Might I not have a little water ? suggestedMortimer. A single drop of water spoils it. Doesnt it,cook ? said the Provost. It does indeed, sir, answered the cook deferen-tially, but with undeniable enthusiasm. Seeing no help for it, Mortimer put the horn tohis mouth and drank it off. The effect was in-stantaneous. By Jove ! he cried, thats very fine. As yousay, a single drop of water would
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