The Chief Engineer has been in the China and India trade thirty three years, and has had but three Christmases at home in that time . . . . Conversational items at dinner, “Mocha! sold all over the world! It is not true. In fact, very few foreigners except the Emperor of Russia have ever seen a grain of it, or ever will, while they live.” Another man said: “There is no sale in Australia for Australian wine. But it goes to France and comes back with a French label on it, and then they buy it.” I have heard that the most of the French-labeled claret in New York is made in California. And I remember what Professor S. told me once about Veuve Cliquot—if that was the wine, and I think it was. He was the guest of a great wine merchant whose town was quite near that vineyard, and this merchant asked him if very much V. C. was drunk in America.
“Oh, yes,” said S., “a great abundance of it.”
“Is it easy to be had?”
“Oh, yes—easy as water. All first and second-class hotels have it.”
“What do you pay for it?”
“It depends on the style of the hotel—from fifteen to twenty-five francs a bottle.”
“Oh, fortunate country! Why, it’s worth 100 francs right here on the ground.”
“No!”