'stop those drums , will you7 ' i said 'i can not bear the sound ' for the music seemed to come through the walls there was a melody to it now , however , and that was a slight bit reassuring , though the melody kept putting its hooks into me and dragging me with it mentally so that i was dancing in my head against my will and somehow or other i was now on the side of the bed , with charlotte removing my shirt on the table but a few feet away sat a silver tray with bottles of wine and fine glasses , and to this she went now , and poured a glass full of claret and brought this to me and put it in my hand i went to dash it to the floor , but she held it , and looked into my eyes , and said 'petyr , drink a little only that you may sleep when you wish to leave you may leave ' 'you are lying to me , ' i said whereupon i felt other hands upon me , and other skirts brushing my legs .