He said no more but when the waiter brought a bottle of champagne for his inspection Sheena looked a little apprehensive.
“You like champagne?” he asked.
She hesitated before she replied, not liking to admit that she had only drunk it twice in her life, once at a Wedding in Dublin and another time when Uncle Patrick had heard that he had drawn a ticket in a lottery. It had not been a very successful ticket and the champagne in which he had drunk to his own success had cost him nearly as much as he ultimately received.
Sheena remembered thinking at both times that champagne as a drink was wildly over-rated and that if this was the beverage people talked so much about she would much rather have had a glass of ginger ale.
She had no sooner tasted some of the golden liquid that was poured
