'Can I have a glass of wine?' she asked, keeping down a tremble in her voice.
'Are you alone?'
'What about it? Am I not able to pay for a glass?'
'You may drink the whole cellar,' the host said in a tone of affected carelessness, and he stood aside to let her into the room, following her to a table.
She sat down on a rough chair, after glancing round quickly. There were no customers.
'Is it Gragnano wine you want?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Half a pint of Gragnano wine!' shouted the host towards the kitchen, cleaning the table with his apron.
'Do you wish anything to eat?' he then added, still staring at the girl.