The servants withdrew.
"You will taste our wine of Condillac, monsieur ?" He acquiesced, expressing thanks, and watched her fill a beaker for him, one for herself, and another for her son.

She brought him the cup in her hands.

He took it with a grave inclination of the head.

Then she proffered him the sweetmeats.

To take one, he set down the cup on the table, by which he had also come to stand.