"I don't know," was the answer. "I didn't drink any wine."
"It must be very bad if you wouldn't drink it," she observed despondently. "Papa scolds about the wine of the Bergstrasse, which, for my part, I find very good. Then, at the better inns one isn't confined to the vintage of the neighborhood."
"Surely, you don't drink wine!" exclaimed Leonard.
"Not drink wine! What should I do with it?"
"It biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder," he quoted gravely, not at all priggishly. He was sincere in his confidence in Solomon, and his surprise and sorrow were honest.
"Wine does!" she laughed. "I never knew that before. Don't Americans drink wine?"
"Some do," he admitted. "Our best people do not drink. We think the example bad."
"Par example! And how do your best people manage at dinner?"
"With water."
"Decidedly, I should not like dining with your best people."