The Tonic Port
phosphates. There need be no deception about it."
"Well, then, I don't want to lose the few friends we've got."
"As you please, Eliza. It seems a pity to waste more than half a bottle of good wine."
"Bottle of what?"
"You heard what I said."
"Well, drink it yourself, if you like it."
Some weeks afterward I found the bottle of Tarret's Tonic Port still standing in the sideboard. I gave it to our servant, explaining to her that it would be best mixed with water. There was still the risk of her acquiring drinking habits, but I could think of no one else to give it to. That night Eliza found the girl crying in the kitchen. When Eliza asked what was the matter, she said that she would rather say nothing, but that she was wishful to leave at the end of her month.
Of course Eliza blamed me, but I had told the girl as distinctly as I could speak that it
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