"Chablis of the best, and ice, and mineral water," Wrayson ordered.
And that pale sherry, and that Chablis, and that exquisite cup of Mocha?
He was sorry they were not oysters, but the Chablis, he could vouch for.
It was a clear amber-coloured liquid—may be Chablis, I thought.
Silverstairs, after swallowing a glass of Chablis, meditatively lit a cigar.
Verplank, emptying ...