"Perhaps the garçon can speak English. Ask him."
"Ask him? What shall I say?"
"O, I know. Parlez-vous Angleterre?" added Grossbeck, turning to the waiter.
"Non, monsieur," replied the waiter, who did not speak "England."
"O, confound it! What's the Dutch for wine?" demanded Lynch, impatiently.
"I know—eau de vie. Garçon, eau de vie," replied Grossbeck, confidently.
The waiter disappeared, and presently returned with a small decanter and two minute wine-glasses.
"I knew eau de vie would bring it," added Grossbeck, as he filled the little glasses.
"That's pretty strong wine," said Lynch, when he had swallowed the contents of the glass with a very wry face.
"That's so."