"Like a city afloat. You will like it, for the strangeness and the beautiful things you will find there. I can't say about Mrs. Copley, I'm sure."
"What do they drink there?" said Rupert. "Water?"
"Well, not exactly. You can judge for yourself, my good fellow."
"But that is Italy," said Dolly. "I suppose there is no beer or porter?"
"Well, you can find it, of course, if you want it; there are people enough coming and going that do want it; but in Venice you can have pure wine, and at a reasonable price, too."
"At hotels, of course," said Dolly faintly.
"Of course, at some of them. But I was not thinking of hotels."
"Of what, then?"
"Wine-shops.''
"Wine-shops! Not for people who only want a glass, or two glasses?"