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"Well, the word cead mile failte seemed to sthreck his heart, and the ould chap cocked his ear, and so I thought I'd give him another offer, and make him sensible at last: and so says I, wanst more, quite slow, that he might understand, 'Parly voo frongsay, munseer. "'We, munseer, says he. "'Then lind me the loan of a gridiron, says I, 'and bad scram to you.
And down went his knife and fork, over went his tumbler of wine, a deal of it into poar Miss Griffinses lap, who looked fritened and ready to cry. My lady bust into a fit of laffin, peel upon peel, as if it was the best joak in the world. De l'Orge giggled and grin'd too. "Pardong," says he; "meal pardong, mong share munseer." * And he looked as if he would have done it again for a penny.
"Oh, wee," said the Erl of Yardham, and at the same moment his glas of ginawater coming in, he took a drink, saying, "A voternsanty, Munseer:" and then he offered it like a man of fashn to Jools. A light broak on Jools's mind as he igsepted the refreshmint.
After dinner, there was to be, as I said, an evening-party; and to this Messieurs Tagrag and Tufthunt had invited many of the principal nobility that our metropolis had produced. It was our first dinner, and dressed by our new cook, Munseer Cordongblew.
"'We, munseer, says he. "'Then would you lind me the loan of a gridiron, says I, 'if you plase?
"Well, the word cead mile failte seemed to sthreck his heart, and the ould chap cocked his ear, and so I thought I'd give him another offer, and make him sinsible at last; and so says I, wanst more, quite slow, that he might understand, 'Parly voo frongsay, munseer? "'We, munseer, says he. "'Then lind me the loan of a gridiron, says I, 'and bad scram to you.
As the French aviator climbed out, Dr. Bagby's sad face brightened and he suggested: "Those plugs went better, Munseer. Heh? I've been thinking. Maybe you been giving her too rich a mixture." While they were wiping the Gnôme engine Carl shyly approached Dr. Bagby.
It was bewtiffle and headifying to see how coolly that young nobleman kicked the poar Shevalliay de L'Orge out of his shoes, and how gracefully he himself stept into 'em. Munseer de L'Orge was a smart young French jentleman, of about my master's age and good looks, but not possest of half my master's impidince.
"'Phoo! the divil swape yourself and your tongs, says I, 'I don't want a tongs at all at all; but can't you listen to raison, says I, 'Parly voo frongsay? "'We, munseer. "'Then lind me the loan of a gridiron, says I, 'and howld your prate.
We, munseer. Backystopper. I say, Bill: is that young chap often a-coming about here? They'd run pretty in a curricle, wouldn't they? Miss N. and Master N. Quiet, old woman! Jest look to that mare's ead, will you, Billy? He's a fine young feller, that is. He gave me a covering the other night. Whenever I sor him in the Park, he was always riding an ansum hanimal. What is he?
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