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Monsieur Baptiste took off his hat, blushing at the hint Colonel Esmond ventured to give him, and said: "Tenez, elle est jolie, la petite mere. Foi de Chevalier! elle est charmante; mais l'autre, qui est cette nymphe, cet astre qui brille, cette Diane qui descend sur nous?" And he started back, and pushed forward, as Beatrix was descending the stair.
Although it was pink, it looked more like a visiting-card than a tradesman's advertisement, and she took it up with some curiosity. It was inscribed "Madame Cagliostra," and underneath the name were written the words "Diseuse de la Bonne Aventure," and then, in a corner, in very small black letters, the address, "5, Rue Jolie, Montmartre." A fortune-teller's card? What an extraordinary thing!
"Bien c'est une très jolie jeune personne!" returned the governess, taking a glance from the spot Eve had just quitted. "Sur le rapport de la personne, ma chere, vous devriez être contente, au moins." "If you will excuse me, Mademoiselle, I will go down alone I think I should prefer to meet Grace without witnesses in the first interview." "Très volontiers. Elle est parente, et c'est bien naturel."
As for No. 5, Rue Jolie, it was a queer miniature house more like a Swiss châlet than anything else, and surrounded by a gay, untidy little garden full of flowers, the kind of half-wild, shy, and yet hardy flowers that come up, year after year, without being tended or watered.
"Mademoiselle is charmante, tres jolie, is she not?" cried Hortense, clasping her hands in an affected rapture. "Come and show yourself," said Miss Belle, leading the way to the room where the others were waiting.
Me de Bouflers told me que je m etois menage une tres jolie retraite, and indeed at this time it is particularly comfortable to me, and the circumstance of Caroline having a house so near is not by any means the least of its agremens. . . . Monday. Yesterday was a fine day, but neither news or event; on the Thames une bourgeoisie assez nombreuse, and in the Gardens.
In a word, the marquis and his jolie petite femme were a wise and prosperous couple, who made the best of their lives, and lived decently and honourably upon other people. "Allons, Pelham," cried Vincent, as I was still standing at the door in deliberation; "how much longer will you keep me to congeal in this 'eager and nipping air' 'Quamdiu nostram patientiam abutere Catilina."
And we smoked a cigarette in honour of the snow, of which Jean in contrast to the majority of les hommes highly and unutterably approved. "C'est jolie!" he would say, laughing wonderfully. And we strode to and fro in the muddy cour admiring la neige, not speaking. One day, after the snowfall, I received from Paris a complete set of Shakespeare in the Everyman edition.
The career of Madame Theo has been a strange one. She was originally a failure at the Eldorado, and used to cry her eyes out behind the scenes at her own ill-success. Finally, Offenbach discovered her and wrote for her his Jolie Parfumeuse. The little beauty cut off her hair, put on a blonde wig, and bloomed out a full-blown genius.
Bill delivered himself of a deep sigh, and observed, 'Well! if she's done for, I suppose I must take up with you; and after all, you're the jolliest. 'I shall never be jolie, like Wilmet, if that's what you mean, said Robina, not quite understanding whether it were jest or earnest. 'Well, if you ain't a regular stunner like her, it doesn't much matter.
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