"You are Dutch?"
"How do you know?"
"I saw your name in the visitors' book, with 'la Haye' after it."
"I am Dutch, yes."
"There are some more Dutch ladies here, sitting over there: they are charming."
Cornélie asked the major-domo for some vin ordinaire.
"The wine is no good," said the stout gentleman, vivaciously. "This is Genzano," pointing to his fiasco. "I pay a small corkage and drink my own wine."
The major-domo put a pint bottle in front of Cornélie: it was included in her pension without extra charge.
"If you like, I will give you the address where I get my wine. Via della Croce, 67."
Cornélie thanked him. The pock-marked gentleman's uncommon ease and vivacity diverted her.