Oh, no, better the classic Chablis.

" "Yes, sir.

And _your_ cheese, your excellency?" "Oh, yes, Parmesan.

Or would you like another?" "No, it's all the same to me," said Levin, unable to suppress a smile.

And the Tatar ran off with flying coat-tails, and in five minutes darted in with a dish of opened oysters on mother-of-pearl shells, and a bottle between his fingers.