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The celebrated Abbé Delille, to whom the beauties of the gardens were being shown, deplored the lack of good manners on the part of the habitués and delivered himself of the following appropriate quatrain: "Dans ce jardin tout se rencontrée Exceptê l'ombrage et les fleurs; Si l'on y dêregle ses moeurs Du moins on y règle sa montre."
Madame c'est aujourdhui votre fete, C'est aussi celle de nos coeurs; A vous chanter chacun s'apprete! Et veut vous courouner de fleurs! The lovely girl then loosed the garland from her lyre, placed it with light hand on the brow of her mother, and sank in a graceful bending attitude to receive her parent's blessing.
It seems that you had great doings, you and Gramont-Caderousse, last evening, at the Château de Fleurs. "I smiled with satisfaction. "'So Your Majesty knows already.... "'I know, I know vaguely. "'Do you know Gramont-Caderousse's last "mot"? "'No, but you are going to tell it to me. "'Here goes, then. We were five or six: myself, Viel-Castel, Gramont, Persigny....
Tremblez, tremblez jeunes coeurs, Le douce printemps fait naitre, Autant d'amours que de fleurs!" She ceased. The air, broken into delicate vibrations, carried the lovely sounds rhythmically outward, onward and into unechoing distance. She turned and looked at Maryllia then smiled. "I see you are pleased," she said. "Pleased!
I kept it for them. But monsieur knows well" and the waiter looked towards Harry Wethermill "for monsieur was often with them." "Yes," said Hanaud. "Did Mme. Dauvray dine at that little table last night?" "No, monsieur. She was not here last night." "Nor Mlle. Celie?" "No, monsieur! I do not think they were in the Villa des Fleurs at all." "We know they were not," exclaimed Ricardo.
As she turned the first page a surprised cry escaped her, and her eyes were fastened upon the pamphlet with eager curiosity. Upon the frontispiece, where the Duchesse de Berry's coat-of-arms is engraved, and in the middle of the shield, which was left empty at this time by the absence of the usual fleurs de lys, was sketched with a pencil a bird whose head was surmounted by a baron's coronet.
I brought a tiny bunch of lilies of the valley, which Louis had gathered in the all-producing hothouse. "Merci, merci," he said. "Les fleurs! C'est la vie parfumee." Waiting for the breakfast to be served, he showed us about in his apartment. In the salon, rather primly furnished, stood the grand piano.
"Dealing baccarat at the Casino des Fleurs." With obvious relief he laughed. "Oh, yes," he assented; "jolly place, Aix. But I lost a pot of money there. I'm a rotten hand at cards. Can't win, and can't leave 'em alone." As though for this weakness, so frankly confessed, he begged me to excuse him, he smiled appealingly.
Dauvray and Mlle. Celie prepared to leave the house on foot. It was their custom to walk down at this hour to the Villa des Fleurs, pass an hour or so there, dine in a restaurant, and return to the Rooms to spend the evening. On this occasion, however, Mme.
He had chasubles, also, of amber-coloured silk, and blue silk and gold brocade, and yellow silk damask and cloth of gold, figured with representations of the Passion and Crucifixion of Christ, and embroidered with lions and peacocks and other emblems; dalmatics of white satin and pink silk damask, decorated with tulips and dolphins and fleurs de lys; altar frontals of crimson velvet and blue linen; and many corporals, chalice-veils, and sudaria.
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