He laughed, "I have no idea what vintage it is- only that it is very good. Wine is not my forte, Miss Valiant, but I suppose we could always ask our kind host. I have a feeling he would not know as he suffers from your brother's disillusion on the evils of drink, but it is his duty to know, after all." He smiled, taking a drag on his cigarette, and then setting down his empty wine-glass, and taking his cigarette case from his pocket and offering it out to her. "A cigarette, mademoiselle?"