Rafael Sabatini

The Suitors of Yvonne Rafael Sabatini

Book Excerpt: ... I hurried forward, but he had struggled up unaided, and stood swaying with one hand on the table and the other on the back of his chair. In vain did I remonstrate with him that already he had drunk overmuch."'T is a lie!" he shouted. "May not a gentleman sit upon the floor from choice?"To emphasise his protestation he imprudently withdrew his hand from the chair and struck at the air with his open palm. That gesture cost him his balance. He staggered, toppled backward, and clutched madly at the tablecloth as he fell, dragging glasses, bottles, dishes, tapers, and a score of other things besides, with a deafening crash on to the floor. Then, as I stood aghast and alarmed, wondering who might have overheard the thunder of his fall, the fool sat up amidst the ruins, and filled the room with his shrieks of drunken laughter."Silence, boy!" I thundered, springing towards him. "Silence! or we shall have the whole house about our ears."...