Leo Puppsky made a violent gesture at her with the leg of a chicken:
"Is that the way to speak of us?" he said to his sister. "And you a Russian and my own sister!"
"Ain't it true?" she asked with a loud laugh. "Get sense, Leo. There won't be nothing to eat in Rooshia so long as you act ugly to Germany——"
"Princess!" interrupted the queen of Greece, sharply.
"That's right," said Tino in a loud, good humored voice; "one doesn't discuss politics while dining. No! One pays strict attention to what one eats and drinks; eh, Sophy?"
The queen ignored him, and he slyly batted one eye at the pretty Countess Manntrapp, his neighbor, and tossed off a brimming goblet of deep red claret.
"Aha!" he said, smacking his lips, "that beats even the wine of Naxos. Did you ever drink Naxos wine, Countess?"
"No," said she; "is it very excellent?"
"Heady, Countess, heady! After you crack one bottle you begin to see the old gods of Greece sitting beside you on pink clouds in their underclothes——"
"Tino!" snapped the Queen.