Soberer

I was once very mischievous—I am not so now, age is a sad soberer of frolic fancies […]

[…] business, as we know, is the great soberer of theorists, no matter on what side they theorize.

[…] love is an intoxicant, marriage the most effective of soberers.

One evening I stayed with him very late to celebrate the birthday of his favorite actress, and for once he was slightly the worse for liquor. […] We drove off together, arranging that I should drop him at his flat and drive on to my house. When we reached Haymarket I suggested that we should stop at one of the all-night chemists and buy him one of the mixtures known as “soberers.”