"Oh, you wicked old woman Ah, you dare to cry, and I'll send you to bed." "No, no, auntie, don't, please. What will dear Isabel think? You're not going to spoil a delightful evening?" "Of course she is not. Here, old lady; have another glass of claret-medicinally." Dr Chester jumped up, gave his sister and the visitor a merry look, took the claret to the head of the table and refilled his own glass.