- "I will!" cried the baron suddenly, smiting the table with his right hand, and twirling his moustache with his left.
- "Fill to the Lady of Grogzwig!" The four-and-twenty Lincoln greens turned pale, with the exception of their four-and-twenty noses,
- which were unchangeable. "I said to the Lady of Grogzwig," repeated the baron, looking round the board.
- "To the Lady of Grogzwig!" shouted the Lincoln greens; and down their four-and-twenty throats went
- four-and-twenty imperial pints of such rare old hock, that they smacked their eight-and-forty lips, and winked again.
- "The fair daughter of the Baron Von Swillenhausen," said Koëldwethout, condescending to explain.
