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The idea of a long visit to the New-York alhambra of the Follingsbees in the winter, with balls, parties, unlimited opera-boxes, was not a thing to be disregarded; and so, when Mrs. Follingsbee "ma chèred" Lillie, Lillie "my deared" Mrs. Follingsbee: and the pair are to be seen at this blessed moment sitting with their arms tenderly round each other's waists on a causeuse in Mrs.

"No one can say that of you, Jacqueline," observed Madame d'Argy. "No what a may-pole! isn't she?" said the Baronne, carelessly. "If she realizes it," whispered Madame de Monredon, who was sitting beside Madame d'Argy on a 'causeuse' shaped like an S, "why does she persist in dressing her like a child six years old? It is absurd!"

"No one can say that of you, Jacqueline," observed Madame d'Argy. "No what a may-pole! isn't she?" said the Baronne, carelessly. "If she realizes it," whispered Madame de Monredon, who was sitting beside Madame d'Argy on a 'causeuse' shaped like an S, "why does she persist in dressing her like a child six years old? It is absurd!"

'I am very glad to see you, Paul, she said, 'very glad indeed. She released one of his hands, and by the other led him to a causeuse near one of the splendidly curtained windows. 'But what has happened to you? she asked. 'My poor Paul, you are ill! You are not yourself at all.

Yet one day, while Hátszegi was in the drawing room of the countess, paying his court to her most assiduously, Vámhidy entered sans gêne; whereupon the countess hastily springing up from her causeuse asked leave of the baron to withdraw for a moment and there and then conducted Vámhidy into her private boudoir and remained closeted with him for a good quarter of an hour, whilst Hátszegi, yellow with jealousy, was left alone with the countess's French companion, who could answer nothing but "oui" and "non" to all his remarks.

My mother had introduced a small settee, or some such seat as the French would call a causeuse; a most appropriate article, in such a place. In preparation for the interview I had slipped into Grace's hand a piece of paper, on which was written "meet me in the family-room, precisely at six!" This was sufficient; at the hour named, I proceeded to the room, myself.

She ushered him into the salon, where he had scarcely set foot, when he descried an old woman lounging on a causeuse, fanning herself as she chatted with Abbe Miollens.

Are you bringing me your scythe to haft anew, master?” “No, faith, my scythe is never unhafted.” “Then how can I serve you?” “By following me: your hour is come.” “The devil,” said the great golfer, “could you not wait a little till I have finished this wheel?” “Be it so! I have done hard work today and I have well earned a smoke.” “In that case, master, sit down there on the causeuse.

The sight of this great dry heron of a creature who struggled on the causeuse, like a devil in a holy-water pot, surprised and soon delighted them. Never suspecting that when seated at the door of the old, Death watches the young, they thought it funny to put out their tongues at him, singing in chorus: “Bon voyage, cher Dumollet, A Saint-Malo débarquez sans naufrage.”

On Monday morning he stopped the pilgrims who were going to worship at Notre Dame de Bon Secours; he induced them to rest themselves upon his causeuse, and did not let them go before he had confessed them well. In short, he led the most agreeable life that a good Fleming can imagine, and only regretted one thing namely, that he had not wished it might last for ever.