Jos's spirits rose with his meal. He would drink the regiment's health; or, indeed, take any other excuse to indulge in a glass of champagne. "We'll drink to O'Dowd and the brave --th," said he, bowing gallantly to his guest. "Hey, Mrs. O'Dowd? Fill Mrs. O'Dowd's glass, Isidor."

Jos's spirits rose with his food.
"We'll drink to O'Dowd and the brave soldiers," said he, bowing gallantly. "Fill Mrs. O'Dowd's glass, Isidor."
