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The Marquis de B wished to have it thought the affair was somewhere else than in his brain. "He could like to take a trip to England," and asked much of the English ladies. "Stay where you are, I beseech you, Monsieur le Marquis," said I. "Les Messieurs Anglais can scarce get a kind look from them as it is." The marquis invited me to supper.
"Anglais," they said to one another behind the serving-screen, pointing their thumbs at him "he pay but he damn." Then Paul sent for the New York Herald and propped it up in front of him, prodding at some olives with his fork, one occasionally reaching his mouth, while he read, and awaited his soup.
"We have had Milord Baltimore here, and the young Algarotti; both of them men who, by their accomplishments, cannot but conciliate the esteem and consideration of all who see them. "We have had Milord Baltimore and Algarotti here, who are going back to England. I admired the genius of this ANGLAIS, as one does a fine face through a crape veil.
Stand we up for our native land! /Le bel Anglais/ entered those circles a much greater knave than most of those whom he found there.
"Goodness!" said Chris, with a gasp; then in haste, "Not not greater than ours surely!" He turned to her impetuously in the darkness, her hands caught into his. "Ah, you say that because you are English! And the English il faut que les anglais soient toujours, toujours les premiers is it not so always and in all things? Yet consider! What is it this national rivalry this strife for the supremacy?
His own ever-active brain formulated the plots and devised the plans by which those shining stones passed into their possession, while such a thoroughgoing cosmopolitan was he that he was just as much at home in the Boulevard des Capucines, or the Ringstrasse, as in Piccadilly, or on the Promenade des Anglais.
In walking the fashionable streets of London one can hardly fail to be struck with the well-dressed look of gentlemen of all ages. The special point in which the Londoner excels all other citizens I am conversant with is the hat. I have not forgotten Beranger's "Quoique leurs chapeaux soient bien laids ! moi, j'aime les Anglais;"
Now, as it happened, at Nice, when I was seeking a carriage, I entered one where were a lady and an elderly gentleman. At the first glance I recognised a "Milord Anglais," the lady was his daughter. At the same moment that I said to myself, "This carriage will never do for me," the lady addressed me, "Monsieur! ce voitoore est reservee a noos doox."
"They are, and beyond that lighthouse there, is Villefranche. Right behind it lies Beaulieu." And then, the pair having wrapped themselves up, we moved off again. "Run along the Promenade des Anglais, and not through the Rue de France, Ewart," ordered the Count. "Mademoiselle would like to see it, I daresay, even at this hour."
He blinked painfully for a moment or two, and then perceived that he lay within a circle of fierce, grey-coated soldiers, who were putting him a score of questions in a tongue which he felt sure it would take him a year to master. He endeavoured to say so. "Ar-r-rh!" exclaimed one of the soldiers, spitting contemptuously, "C'est un Anglais." "Espion!" "J'en reponds."
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