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The ants and the coffee-cups certainly give one a sense of being in a foreign land, but when one wanders through the fertile country among the thatched villages and farms that so forcibly remind one of Devonshire, one feels a friendliness in the landscapes that scarcely requires the stimulus of the kindly attitude of the peasants towards les anglais.
I return you Master Cid, with his fine sentiments, in the bargain. Great as was his genius, it would seem he was not the man to write all that I find between the leaves." "He not write him all! Yes, sair, he shall write him six time more dan all, if la France a besoin. Que l'envie de ces Anglais se découvre quand on parle des beaux génies de la France!"
Then there came a tap against our coupé window, and an unmistakably British accent was heard to say: "Anglais? Anglais?" Tap tap tap. "Any English here?" Velvet-cap let the window down, and answered in his cheerfullest tone, "Yes." This reply seemed to rejoice the heart of the inquirer, who immediately rejoined, "Oh! Well, I really wished to know if there were any one here who could understand me.
"'Vous etes un très bel Anglais, mon vieux, she cried, coquettishly setting her head on one side and glancing first at him and then at me." "The cat!" cried Edith. "She evidently thought you good-looking, Jack." Talbot blushed and laughed at the involuntary slip. "I am not responsible for her opinions," he said. "I am simply telling you what happened.
I found myself in Saint Malo, for obvious reasons; and I desired to go to Mont Saint-Michel, for reasons still more obvious Mother Poulard's omelettes, and architecture, and the incoming of the tide. Between them the map told me was situated Dol. I made inquiries of the porter in the Saint Malo hotel. He responded in English, the English of Ici on parle anglais. "Dol," said he, "is a dull place."
He had about him, I thought, an air of rather dubious fashion; the sort of man you might see in Wall Street, without being able precisely to say what he was doing there the sort of man who frequents the Café Anglais, who always seems to be alone and who drinks champagne; you might meet him on a race-course, but he would never appear to be doing anything there either.
On the door was neatly engraved, on a brass plate, the following inscription: "MONSIEUR LOVE, ANGLAIS, A L'ENTRESOL."
He wrote them to the Cafe Americain, to Bignon's, to Tortoni's, to the Maison Doree, to the Cafe Riche, to the Helder, to the Cafe Anglais, to the Napolitain, everywhere, everywhere. He wrote them to all the officials of the republican government, from the magistrates to the ministers. And he was happy, perfectly happy. One morning as he was starting out to go to the council it began to rain.
"Véfours is traditional; the Café Anglais is infested with English; and at Véry's, which is otherwise a meritorious establishment, one's digestion is disturbed by the sight of omnivorous provincials, who drink champagne with the rôti, and eat melon at dessert." Dalrymple laughed outright. "At this rate," said he, "we shall get no dinner at all!
The next day, by the evening express, the Prince and Princess left for Nice with all their household, and the mansion in the Rue Saint-Dominique remained silent and deserted. At the end of the Promenade des Anglais, on the pleasant road bordered with tamarind-trees, stands, amid a grove of cork-oaks and eucalypti, a charming white villa with pink shutters.
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