He came one time before dinner; it happened to be carnival time, and he began to play with a hussar.
Says he, "Do you want to play for a stake?"
"Very well," says he. "What shall it be?"
"A bottle of Claude Vougeaux? What do you say?"
"All right."
Very good. The hussar won, and they went off for their dinner. They sat down at table, and then Nekhliudof says, "Simon, a bottle of Claude Vougeaux, and see that you warm it to the proper point."
Simon went out, brought in the dinner, but no wine.
"Well," says he, "where's the wine?"
Simon hurried out, brought in the roast.
"Let us have the wine," says he.