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Before them stood a small table, covered with a spotless napkin, upon which a breakfast equipage was spread a most inviting melon and a long, slender-necked bottle, reposing in a little ice-pail, forming part of the "materiel."
At midnight the supper-rooms were thrown open and we formed into little parties of six, each having a table, nobly served with plate, a lackey in attendance, and a gratifying ice-pail or two of champagne to egayer the supper. It was no small cost to serve five hundred people on silver, and the repast was certainly a princely and magnificent one.
Red wines should never be iced, even in summer. Claret and burgundy should always be slightly warmed; claret-cup and champagne-cup should, of course, be iced. Instead of cooling their wines in the ice-pail, some hosts have of late years introduced clear ice upon the table, broken up in small lumps, to be put inside the glasses.
Not a few pleasant evenings did I spend at the table of the long dining-room, with the close-cropped red head of silent and genial Hauptmann von Krehl looming large over the great ice-pail, with its chevaux de frise of long-necked Niersteiner bottles the worthy Hauptmann supported by blithe Lieutenant von Klipphausen, ever ready with the Wacht am Rhein; quaint Dr.
Two high-backed chairs were set to the table and the table was laid for supper! A bottle of wine stood in an ice-pail, in which the ice had long since melted, and a tempting cold repast was spread. The table was decorated with a bowl of perfect white roses. The silver was good; the napery was snowy.
Ah, no I could not have borne much longer the horrible discomfort and stuffiness of that dreadful little Neptune of yours!" Protesting voices rose on every side. The Neptune was not uncomfortable! The Neptune was not stuffy! "And I understand" again she made a little grimace "that it is quite an exceptional thing for the crew to be consoled, as I was to-day, by an ice-pail!"
"Take your time. Don't try to tell me all about it in one breath." She gulped a mouthful of fish and looked up with brimming eyes. "Oh, Eric, if you only understood what it meant. . . ." Her expression changed to blank fear. "You do believe he's still alive?" "I do." He bent down and fumbled for the wine with a needless clatter in the ice-pail.
Before them stood a small table, covered with a spotless napkin, upon which a breakfast equipage was spread a most inviting melon and a long, slender-necked bottle, reposing in a little ice-pail, forming part of the "materiel."
"Yes, sir." "And the champagne?" "Yes, sir." "Extra-dry?" "Yes, sir." Another waiter brought a tray and laid two covers on the table: a cold lunch, some fruit and a bottle of champagne in an ice-pail. Then the two waiters withdrew. "Sit down, dear lady. As you see, I was thinking of you and your cover is laid."
'Some more ice, Clem, said Wilmet; but Clement looked up from the ice-pail in despair, for all was melted; and she could only steep handkerchiefs in the water and in eau-de-cologne, and lay them on the head, while Clement wondered if he could find a shop; but where was the use at three in the morning? and poor Lance rolled round wearily, sighing, 'Oh, I did not know one's head could ache so!
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