He raised his own goblet, containing a white wine of some sort, slightly more amber than mine.

He raised his goblet, and then said in a rush, "I know: with a good long drink!"

The man raised his goblet in a silent toast.

Cerryl raised his goblet with a smile, without words, and they drank.

Visibly relieved, he raised his goblet and called for another round of wine.

Then, looking back at the others about the table, he smiled and raised his goblet.

When he raised his goblet, she clinked hers against it, and for a moment their fingers touched.

By turning more to face him, she was able to raise her goblet like a barrier between them.

He paused and, raising his goblet, took a gulp of wine.

He did not notice her at first, raising his goblet to toast the fat sheriff.