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But I don't care about it at all. It is not so very amusing at Madame de Lyr's. She always invites such a number of serious people. No doubt they are influential people, and may prove useful, but what does that matter to me? Come to dinner. You know that there is a bottle left of that famous Pomard; I have kept it for your partridge.

You can not imagine what pleasure I feel in seeing you eat a partridge. You eat it with such a gusto. You are a glutton, my dear. Madame When is what? Monsieur The party, of course. Madame Ah! you mean the ball I was not thinking of it. Madame de Lyr's ball. Why do you ask me that, since we are not going? Let us make haste, dinner is getting cold.... This evening.

Give me a little bit more partridge, please. You know the cry they give when the sun sets? A little gravy. There are moments when the poetic side of country life appeals to one. And to think that there are barbarians who eat them with cabbage. Monsieur Why, for Madame de Lyr's Madame For the ball?

Give me a little bit more partridge, please. You know the cry they give when the sun sets? A little gravy. There are moments when the poetic side of country life appeals to one. And to think that there are barbarians who eat them with cabbage. Monsieur Why, for Madame de Lyr's Madame For the ball?

But I don't care about it at all. It is not so very amusing at Madame de Lyr's. She always invites such a number of serious people. No doubt they are influential people, and may prove useful, but what does that matter to me? Come to dinner. You know that there is a bottle left of that famous Pomard; I have kept it for your partridge.

You remind me, however, that, on leaving, Madame de Lyr did say, "Your hairdresser is the same as mine, I will send him word." How stupid I am; I remember now that I did not answer her. But it is not far, I can send Marie to tell him not to come. Monsieur Since this blessed hairdresser has been told, let him come and we will go and amuse ourselves a little at Madame de Lyr's.

You can not imagine what pleasure I feel in seeing you eat a partridge. You eat it with such a gusto. You are a glutton, my dear. Madame When is what? Monsieur The party, of course. Madame Ah! you mean the ball I was not thinking of it. Madame de Lyr's ball. Why do you ask me that, since we are not going? Let us make haste, dinner is getting cold . . . . This evening.

Give me a little bit more partridge, please. You know the cry they give when the sun sets? A little gravy. There are moments when the poetic side of country life appeals to one. And to think that there are barbarians who eat them with cabbage. Monsieur Why, for Madame de Lyr's Madame For the ball?

You remind me, however, that, on leaving, Madame de Lyr did say, "Your hairdresser is the same as mine, I will send him word." How stupid I am; I remember now that I did not answer her. But it is not far, I can send Marie to tell him not to come. Monsieur Since this blessed hairdresser has been told, let him come and we will go and amuse ourselves a little at Madame de Lyr's.

But I don't care about it at all. It is not so very amusing at Madame de Lyr's. She always invites such a number of serious people. No doubt they are influential people, and may prove useful, but what does that matter to me? Come to dinner. You know that there is a bottle left of that famous Pomard; I have kept it for your partridge.