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Chandos was engaged in a breathless and altogether desperate struggle with the slow but inevitable and appalling Nemesis of a body and character that would not harmonize. If her figure grew stout, what was to become of her charm as an 'enfant gate'? Her host not only perceived, but apparently derived great enjoyment out of the drama of this contest.
PISISTRATUS. "I do, and accept the quotations; you and Roland shall be joint fathers to my child as well as myself. "'Tel enfant en a jusqu'a trois." "I refuse the proffered paternity; but so far as administering a little wholesome castigation now and then, I have no objection to join in the discharge of a father's duty." PISISTRATUS. "Agreed.
I never had any civil life." I looked puzzled, and he added: "I come of a military family. I am an orphan, and I am an enfant de troupe." Now did you know that there were such things today as "Children of the Regiment"? I own I did not. Yet there he stood before me, a smiling twenty-year old corporal, who had been brought up by the regiment, been a soldier boy from his babyhood.
"I am so afraid they will see it only cost nine pounds." "Enfant!" replied Lucy, "aetat. 20." At the ball Mr. Hardie and Lucy danced together, and were the most admired couple. The next day Mr. Hardie announced that he was obliged to curtail his visit and go up to London. Mrs. Bazalgette remonstrated. Mr. Hardie apologized, and asked permission to make out the rest of his visit on his return. Mrs.
The Queen, dressed for dinner and still girlish-looking in her white satin, stands talking to the Prince. The Princess Royal, a chubby child of two or three, is prowling childlike among the dead game, curiously making her investigations. Of many stories told of royal visits to studios, there are two which refer to an enfant terrible, the baby son of one of the painters.
And if that did not wake her he might have touched her lightly, say, on the shoulder, and have called to her, first softly, then a little louder, "Mademoiselle," or "Mon enfant." Even better, he might have stolen away on tiptoe and left her there sleeping. This idea does not seem to have occurred to him.
After a moment, standing with eyes fixed on the face of the crucified figure, he said, in a shaking voice: "Pardon, bon Jesu! Sauvez mon enfant! Ne me laissez pas seul!" The boy looked up with eyes again grown unnaturally heavy, and said: "Amen!... Bon Jesu!... Encore! Encore, mon pere!" The boy slept.
The murmur of their talk and their laughter reached us, along with the froufrou of their silken petticoats. "You were not bored, chere enfant, driving Monsieur d'Agreste all that long distance?" The countess was smiling tenderly into her companion's face. She had stopped her to readjust the geranium sprig that was drooping in her friend's cover-coat.
Heem no ver' bad. He be all right tomorrow." "That's good. It frightened me, for him to be unconscious so long. It's been five or six hours now, hasn't it?" "Lemme see. I fin' heem six o'clock. Now eet is the noon. Six hour." "That's long enough. Besides, I think he's sleeping now. Come inside and see " "Wait, m' enfant. M'sieu Thayer he come in the minute. He say he think he know heem."
Oh, let him have justice, de tout mon caeur; but I say, if he be a man in love, he is de oddest man in love I ever happen to see; he eat, drink, sleep, talk, laugh, se possede tout comme un autre. Bon Dieu! I would not give noting at all myself for such a sort of a lover. Mon enfant, dis is not de way I would wish to see you loved; dis is not de way no man ought for to dare for to love you."
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