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A dim little shop and shabby, modestly tucked away in the shadows of the Rue Brie. But the food! Ah, the whadd'you-call'ems in the savoury sauce, that is Henri's secret! The tender, broiled poularde, done to a turn! The bottle of red wine! Mais oui; there one can dine under the watchful glare of Rosa, the plump, black-eyed wife of the concierge.
"You're such a demanding person." "I know I am about the way things are done. What pleasure is there in anything which offends your sense of fitness?" "You bestow far too much importance on the outside of the cup and platter." Nan shook her head. "Mon verre n'est pas grand, mais Je bois dans mon verre." she quoted, frivolously obstinate. "Bah!"
Do you mean to say that you do not?" "Mais point du tout," exclaimed Noemi. Jeanne's eyes sparkled with mischief and kindness. "In Italian we say: Si, di tutto cuore," she answered. The Dessalles, brother and sister, had spent the preceding summer at Maloja.
But Matthieu, who was straining his ears to catch the slightest sound downstairs, asked him to proceed with his news. "Oh, mais vous saves, mademoiselle, votre pays est tout-a-fait epatant," he began, turning to me.
"Ah! to the schooner, you say? You are certain?" "Yes that is, I think he went there. Jesse took his boxes and bags down to the shore, and Captain Bonhomme received them, and thanked him in the Marquis's name, "Mais non! Est-ce possible?" For a moment she was silent, considering deeply. "Bien!" she exclaimed presently. "It is as you say, of course. And you, my friend?"
Sho, now! Why, it's a better country than France." "Than France better!" cried Margot, lifting her hands and throwing up her eyes in amazement. "France! Monsieur, France is a heaven mais dees dees is different." "Why, what's the matter with America?" said Zac. "Amérique eet ees all full of de sauvage de Indian de wild men an' wild beasts an' desert."
"Another carriage and why?" we meekly queried, warned by this friendly hint. A chorus now arose from the entire audience. "Mais, madame! it is as much as five or six kilos over the sands to the Mont from Genets!" was cried out in a tone of universal reproach. "Through rivers, madame, through rivers as high as that!" and Auguste, striking in after the chorus, measured himself off at the breast.
'Mais oui, Madame. Il faudrait le cacher un peu. 'Padding? Tiens! j'en ai deja. But if Mathilde were to put any more, there would be nothing else. One day, Marie, you see, there will be only my clothes left to walk about by their little selves! She smiled. The maid said nothing. She was on her knees buttoning her mistress's shoes. 'Now then fini!
"Possiblement," answered Henri modestly, as he retreated to the rear and wiped out his rifle; "mais I have kill most of my deer by dat same goot luck." "Bravo, Henri!" said Major Hope as he passed; "you deserve to win, anyhow. Who's next?" "Dick Varley," cried several voices; "where's Varley? Come on, youngster, an' take yer shot." The youth came forward with evident reluctance.
And if, as the spectators said, his eyes haunted them about the room, what ghosts must they not have summoned to haunt Mr. Ford's client as he gazed? "Mais c'est Monsieur D'Arcy!" screamed the French governess. And Amabel said, "It's Bogy; but he's got no leaves." Lady Adelaide was quite composed.
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