As the waiter would have refilled the glasses, Blythe stopped him.
As the next toast fell to his lot, he would ask them to charge their glasses.
It was the gray-headed man with the glasses and the kindly look about the eyes.
Garson brought his fist down on the table with a force that made the glasses jingle.
From the bar came the jingle of glasses and loud, cheerful conversation.
Through his glasses Kingozi could distinguish rounded foothills.
Simba accepted the glasses, but first took a good look with the naked eye.
Kingozi dropped his glasses to the end of its thong with a cheer.
"I will tell you the truth," she promised, raising the glasses.
Mr. Clotworthy sat back in his chair and rubbed his glasses with his handkerchief.