Besides, the count once sent me a bottle of wine at Christmas.
It was as weak as water, and tasted like the solfatara of Tivoli, but it came from his own vineyard in Germany, and was at least fifty years old.

If he has a vineyard, he has a castello, of course.

And if he has a castello, he is a gran' signor,--eh?
what do you think, Sor Conte?
You know about such things." "I did once, maestro mio.

It is very likely." "And as for the wine being sour, it was because it was so old.

I am sure the Germans cannot make wine well.