Then came the rattle of plates and the clink of
glasses, followed by the popping of champagne and the multitudinous
and distracting Babel of tongues.
Mr. Ridley, who felt much inclined to favor the superficial and
ill-advised utterances of Mr. Elliott, took scarcely any heed of
what Dr. Hillhouse had replied. In fact, knowing that the doctor was
free with wine himself, he did not give much weight to what he said,
feeling that he was talking more for argument's sake than to express
his real sentiments.
A feeling of repression came over Mr. Ridley as he entered the
supper-room and his eyes ran down the table. Half of this sumptuous
feast was forbidden enjoyment. He must not taste the wine. All were
free but him. He could fill a glass for the elegant lady whose hand
was still upon his arm, but must not pledge her back except in
water. A sense of shame and humiliation crept into his heart. So he
felt when, in the stillness that fell upon the company, the voice of
Mr. Elliott rose in blessing on the good things now spread for them
in such lavish profusion. Only one sentence took hold on, Mr.
Ridley's mind. It was this: "Giver of all natural as well as
spiritual good things, of the corn and the wine equally with the
bread and the water of life, sanctify these bounties that come from
thy beneficent hand, and keep us from any inordinate or hurtful use
thereof."
Mr. Ridley drew a deeper breath.
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