Brooks, I insist upon it that you try my Johannesburg.

It was given to my grandfather by the Grand Duke of Shleistein.

Groves!" Brooks submitted willingly enough, for the wine was wonderful.

Sybil leaned over so that their heads almost touched.
"Look at our host," she whispered.

"What does he remind you of ?" Brooks glanced across the table, brilliant with its burden of old silver, of cut-glass and hothouse flowers.