"I've been patronizing this theater for several years now," Phillipe said. "The proprietors know that I prefer not to make a big deal about my attendance." The steward arrived just then, carrying a tray with two glasses of champagne, which he set in front of Phillipe and Ada. Phillipe picked his up and swirled it around for a moment, watching the bubbles rise to the top.
"Most of the nobility in this country are so pretentious, seeking attention at every turn. I prefer the quieter life, and the company of ordinary people such as yourself," he went on, and took a sip of his champagne. Making a face, he motioned the steward over. "Excuse me," he said to the steward, his quiet voice slightly chilled. "I thought I had requested a fresh glass. Take this bile away and open a new bottle for myself and the lady."
As soon as the steward was gone, Phillipe lighted his cigarette and inhaled deeply to cover the taste of the offensive champagne. He held the smoke in his mouth for a moment, then let it out in a wispy cloud.
Finally, he rested his wrist on the edge of the table, dangling the cigarette carelessly between his fingers. "You still haven't introduced yourself," he reminded Ada in gentle admonishment. "I suggest you remedy that and tell me about yourself."