the silvery tinkling of half a hundred glasses

'The October sun shed a light like gold dust against the windows, but inside the air was all silver: silver of champagne and gin, silver of spoons, of the bars the young girls wore, tucked in their hair, and the silvery tinkling of half a hundred glasses, a gay and flimsy tintinnabulation.'

'William Styron, Lie Down in Darkness, 1951.