And you can get first-class cocktails.

I want something now; what's yours ?" "I'll leave it to you," said Peter.
He sat down at a little table rather in the corner and lit a cigarette.
The place was well lighted, and by means of mirrors, coloured-glass ornaments, paper decorations, and a few palms, it looked in its own way smart.

Two or three officers were drinking at the bar, sitting on high stools, and Pennell went up to give his order.

He brought two glasses to Peter's table and sat down.

"What fools we are, padre!" he said.