"She drank cherry-brandy after dinner," continued his Reverence, "and took curacao with her coffee. I wouldn't take a glass for a five-pound note: it kills me with heartburn. She can't stand it, Mrs. Crawley--she must go--flesh and blood won't bear it! and I lay five to two, Matilda drops in a year."

"She drank cherry-brandy after dinner," continued his Reverence, "and curacao with her coffee. Flesh and blood won't bear it! I lay five to two, Matilda drops in a year."
