He said instead: "Antoine is looking unusually important.

He is going to serve us wine.
He has mineral water, too.

Will you take a little of it with your wine?
It's a white wine, and the water improves it for me." "Yes, Mr.John, I'll take mine the same way." Any dinner, although it may have a flavor which the food and drink themselves, no matter how good, cannot give, must draw to an end, and when the dessert had been served and eaten John looped back the heavy curtain still further and looked out at the white cataract.
"The snowfall will certainly continue the rest of the day," he said, "and perhaps all through the night.

Suppose we go to the smoking-room.
Antoine and Suzanne must eat also.

It's their hour now." "That is true, Mr.John.The smoking-room is a good place, but I'm afraid that you have no cigarette." "I don't smoke, but we can talk there, of your brother Philip, of your mother, safe now, of Paris, delivered as if by a miracle from the German menace, and of other good events that have happened." He held open the door of the dining-room and when she went out he followed her, leaving Picard and Suzanne to their hour..