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It was mostly played by the younger gentlemen, who could not do without their nerve-tonic in the evenings, in the monotony of camp life. The older men sat apart at tables, talking and drinking whisky-and-soda, and smoking their short pipes. Amongst them there was also a gentleman in civilian dress.
He looked savagely round the room, and, having failed to discover them, he strolled to the bar to get a drink. "Hallo, Billy; not dancing? She loves me; she loves me not! Cheer up, dearie!" An inane-looking ass raised his whisky-and-soda to his lips with a fatuous cackle. "I wonder they don't have a home for people like you, Jackson," remarked Billy curtly. "Whisky-and-soda, please."
"I'll go and get hold of Grove," said Jim. "He must get a room ready, and see that we get to the station in the morning," and he went out of the room. Dick walked up and down, and then poured himself out whisky-and-soda from a table standing ready. He lit a cigarette and threw the match violently into the fireplace. When Jim returned he said, "I've managed to keep it pretty dark so far.
Morley will be expecting you." "Very well," I replied. "Is there any message?" "None. Just deliver it to him. But to nobody else, remember," he ordered. So according to his instructions I duly arrived at the remote house at the hour arranged, and delivered the bag to the old man, who welcomed me and gave me a whisky-and-soda, which I found very acceptable after my long tramp from Maldon station.
"So you're back!" he cried, heaving himself heavily out of his chair and shaking hands with Martin. "For a month." "I hear you have done very well," Sir Charles continued. "Have a whisky-and-soda." "Thanks." Hardiman touched the bell and led the way over to a sofa. "Lucky man! The doctor's read the Riot Act to me! I met Luttrell in the Mall this morning, on his way back from Buckingham Palace.
He ordered his whisky-and-soda and drank it, talking to the landlord as he did so. Only a corner of the bar faced the hall, which was otherwise empty, and as he went out he took the letter from his pocket and opened it. "The devil you will!" he said, as he read the few words Cicely had written. Then he went out and stood for a second beside his cart, thinking.
There was a light in the library, the door of which was ajar, and on the large table were decanters, a siphon, and some biscuits and sandwiches. A large grip stood upon the floor also. For some reason which was a mystery to me, Smith had decided that we must assume false names whilst under the roof of The Gables; and "Now, Pearce," he said, "a whisky-and-soda before we look around?"
I can't imagine anything jollier than marriage under conditions like that. When I came back a bit done up after a long sitting at the House, he would mix me a whisky-and-soda and read poetry to me or prattle about all the things he had been doing during the day.... Why, it would be ideal!" Jane Hubbard gave a little sigh.
Arrived at his hotel, Paul ordered, and his guest refused, a whisky-and-soda, and the two sat down at a table in Paul's bedroom. 'Mr. Janes, he began, 'I hope very sincerely that what am about to say will not wound you much. It is sure to hurt you a little at first, but it is meant in friendship.
Seems to have sprung from some of those old dowagers in the Close." "Of course!" said Bryce. He was mixing a whisky-and-soda for his caller, and his laugh mingled with the splash of the siphon. "Of course! I've heard it." "You've heard?" remarked Mitchington. "Um! Good health, sir! heard, of course, that " "That Braden called on Dr.
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