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Updated: August 7, 2024
They followed Grahame into a room where a table stood covered by a moist, unpleasant cloth. The meal was simple a half-bottle of sour red wine for each guest, a fragment of black bread, and a râgout made of something that had once been alive possibly a chicken, possibly a sheep.
Then I recognized him; and, transferring at once the packet to my trousers pocket, I drew another glass toward me and poured out the remainder of my half-bottle of hock. So much, at any rate, I felt I had saved! "I shall offer you presently," my self-invited guest continued, with his mouth full of my chicken, "the fullest explanation. I shall also ask you to do me the honor of dining with me.
To tell the truth, there was little variety of food. Pork-butcher's meat and nothing but pork-butcher's meat! We had six strings of Bologna sausages flavored with garlic, a scarlet tongue, two sausages, a superb slice of Italian sausage, a slice in silver stripe, the meat all of an angry red, mottled white; four liters of wine, a half-bottle of cognac, and a few candle ends.
Madama la Baronessa's hoop-skirts prevail upon the floors; and at the side of the couch which her form lately pressed in slumber, you observe a French novel and a wasted candle in the society of a half-bottle of the wine of the country.
Sir John went, therefore, to the cafe, and with characteristic scorn of elemental disturbance chose to resort thither on the evening of the great gale. The few other occupants of the gorgeous room eyed his half-bottle of claret with a grave and decorous wonder, but made no attempt to converse with this chill-looking Englishman.
There was some kind of sentimental interest attaching to the chicken and tongue and galantine, to the salad and biscuits and cake and what not; and he knew that it was no servant who had thought of filling a small tin canister with peaches and grapes, even as he knew that only Lady Adela was aware of his preference for the particular dry Sillery of which a half-bottle here lay in its covering of straw.
A young man of twenty-six or twenty-seven entered almost timidly and sat down at the table where my father was for he saw that all the other places were occupied and ordered a half-bottle of cider. He was a Norman gardener. My father knew him by sight; he had met him here several times without speaking to him.
But Jeff consented to come in and dine with him at his restaurant, and afterward go to the theatre with him. When he came, Westover did not quite like his despatch of the half-bottle of California claret served each of them with the Italian table d'hote. He did not like his having already seen the play he proposed; and he found some difficulty in choosing a play which Jeff had not seen.
He found his man sitting at a little marble-topped table by himself, contemplating a half-bottle of sweet champagne and a half-filled glass. He was evidently deep in thought, and started violently when Pinto addressed him. "Sit down," he said with evident relief. "I thought it was " "Who did you think it was?
"We'll give you for the same money soup, fish, two dishes, a dessert, a half-bottle, and take your photograph into the bargain!" "Bravo! mon vieux you first poison them with your dinner, and then provide photographs for the widows and children," retorts touter number one. "That's justice, anyhow."
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