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"It is understood that you are my host?" Mr. Coulson insisted. "Absolutely," his companion declared. "I consider it an honor." "Then," Mr. Coulson said, pointing out his empty glass to the sommelier, "we may as well understand one another. To you I am Mr. James B. Coulson, travelling in patents for woollen machinery. If you put a quarter of a million of francs upon that table, I am still Mr.
The vestiaire relieved us of our coats and hats. A suave maitre d'hotel bent over us with suggestions for supper, and an attendant sommelier waited by his side. Monsieur Carvin waved them away. "The gentlemen have probably supped," he remarked. "A bottle of the Pommery, Gout Anglais, and some biscuits. Is that right, Louis?" We both hastened to express our approval.
It suited father because it was cheap, and mother because she said it went with my style." "Champagne, by all means," Julien agreed. "I ordered it some time ago. And here comes the lobster." "Julien, tell him to give me some wine," Lady Anne begged. "I am thirsty." Julien gave the order to the sommelier. She raised the glass to her lips and looked at him.
At present there seems a private understanding among the servants, that one and all are to establish some sort of claim on you, thus: you ring the chambermaid appears; you ask for candles she withdraws and sends the sommelier with them; and every trifling duty is performed by a different personage, instead of one servant taking the entire attendance, to whom you might feel some satisfaction in giving a remuneration.
While he arranged the details of the silver wine-pail in the other room, the chef asked him if the Princess Comet had arrived. Ambroise almost snarled much to the astonishment of the Gascon. And when the sommelier attempted to help him with the wine, he was elbowed vigorously. Ambroise must have been drinking too much, said the boys.
I brought you to tell me whether you consider that this Lobster Americaine reminds you at all of Delmonico's, and to prove to you that we can, if we put our minds to it and speak plain and simple words to the sommelier, serve our champagne as iced even as you like it." Nora was not wanting in appreciation.
While Herr Freudenberg talked the sommelier had gravely served the champagne in some tall and wonderful glasses brought from a private cabinet by Monsieur Albert himself to honor his most treasured visitors. Herr Freudenberg raised his glass, clinked it against the glass of mademoiselle, clinked it against Julien's glass. "Come," he cried, "to our better acquaintance, to our better understanding!
I sup with you to-night. This is an ill omen for our future acquaintance. I have given in to you already I, who give in to no man. Give me some champagne, please." Laverick took the bottle from the ice-pail by his side, but the sommelier darted forward and served them. "I drink to our better understanding of one another, Mr.
Come, Monsieur Albert, see that your sommelier opens that bottle that you have chosen for us so carefully," he continued, turning to the manager who was hovering close at hand. "This is a meeting and we need the best wine that ever came from the vineyards of France. A dear friend, Albert. Bow low to him, indeed, for he is worthy of it. Afterwards we will perhaps eat something. Send your waiter.
With great ceremony the newcomers were conducted to the best table upon the terrace. The man was evidently an habitué. He had scarcely taken his seat before, with a very low bow, the sommelier brought him a small wine-glass filled with what seemed to be vermouth. While he sipped it he smoked a Russian cigarette and with a gold pencil wrote out the menu of his luncheon.
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