No wonder, thought we, that the Frenchman drinks his eternal “vin rouge,” if water is so scarce.
Some day she will poison the soup or the vin rouge; but I hope that will not be until after mother and I shall have left her.
I suspect, indeed, that the vin rouge was in Dreiser's arteries as he concocted it.
Then he called for a filet mignon and half-a-pint of vin rouge—he was always a reckless spendthrift sort of boy, you know.
We had had a lunch basket handed in with the typical bottle of vin rouge, and neither Marjorie nor I wanted it.