The word "sop" was badly chosen, and made the old Squire angry. "Sopped toast! why am I to spoil the only thing I can enjoy?"
"But the wine would do you more good if you would take something with it."
"Good! Nothing will do me any good any more. As for eating, you know I can't eat. What's the use of bothering me?" Then he filled his second glass, and paused awhile before he put it to his lips. He never exceeded four glasses, but the four he was determined that he would have, as long as he could lift them to his mouth.

The word "sop" was badly chosen, and made the old Squire angry. "Sopped toast! why spoil the only thing I can enjoy?"
"But the wine would do you more good if you would take something with it."
"Nothing will do me any good any more. What's the use of bothering me?" Then he filled his second glass, and paused before he put it to his lips. He never exceeded four glasses, but the four he was determined to have, as long as he could lift them to his mouth.
