"Well, then, I have found here a
vin de Joigny, which they like.
"I was good enough to remark that it was you who stopped the king's progress, so that he might taste the
vin de Brie .
He was stately, too, in his appointments, and had a silver goblet or drinking cup, out of which he would drink with a magnificent air, and then lock it up in a large garde
vin, which accompanied him in his travels, and stood in his tent.
Some day she will poison the soup or the
vin rouge; but I hope that will not be until after mother and I shall have left her.
Goodworthy was an old friend and he greeted them effusively; they dined in his private room with his wife, and to Philip it seemed that he had never eaten anything so delicious as the beefsteak aux pommes, nor drunk such nectar as the
vin ordinaire, which were set before them.
Quand un bon
vin meuble mon estomac, Je suis plus savant que Balzac - Plus sage que Pibrac ; Mon brass seul faisant l'attaque De la nation Coseaque, La mettroit au sac ; De Charon je passerois le lac, En dormant dans son bac ; J'irois au fier Eac, Sans que mon cœur fit tic ni tac, Présenter du tabac.
“I telt yon vat, gal!” said the old German, good-humoredly ; “if I vas as I vas ven I servit mit his grand-fader on ter lakes, ter lazy tog shouldn’t
vin ter prize as for nottin’.”
Then when he had drunk up the bottle of petit
vin blanc, she gave him her hand, and took him up to the drawing-room, and made him snug on the sofa by the fire, and let him talk as she listened with the tenderest kindly interest, sitting by him, and hemming a shirt for her dear little boy.
Nevertheless, he descended three steps from the court into which he had been directed, and pushed open the swing door, behind which Emil Sachs announced his desire to supply the world with dinners at eightpence and
vin ordinaire at fourpence the small bottle.
The soldier made a low and humble acknowledgment for her civility; and Heyward adding a "Bonne nuit, mon camarade," they moved deliberately forward, leaving the sentinel pacing the banks of the silent pond, little suspecting an enemy of so much effrontery, and humming to himself those words which were recalled to his mind by the sight of women, and, perhaps, by recollections of his own distant and beautiful France: "Vive le
vin, vive l'amour," etc., etc.
Five minutes later, in a wine-shop near the harbour, he was sipping the first glass of a bottle of cheap but comforting
vin ordinaire while he explained to the interested proprietor, by means of a mixture of English, broken French, and gestures that he had been helping to chase a thief, but had been forced by fatigue to retire prematurely for refreshment.
I should have gone perhaps on an expedition to the North Pole, because /j'ai le
vin mauvais/ and hate drinking, and there's nothing left but wine.