VANDERLIP
(Enthusiastically. )
But when you do get hold of the wine—Lord! Lord!
(Tilts hack head and empties glass, his face beaming like to the full moon. He regards Freda thoughtfully as she fills his glass, and speaks with sudden suspicion.) You don't happen to care for palaces, do you?
FREDA
(Shaking her head.)
Why, what put that into your head?
VANDERLIP
Well, I had a hankering after them myself, till I got to thinking a while back, and I've about sized it up that one gets fat living in palaces, and soft and lazy. No sir, no champagne on tap and soft summer skies for me.