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The gauze hanging over them throws reflections as of the sea upon them; one might suppose them victims drowned in an aquarium. And withal the sacred lamps, the altar crowded with strange Shintoist symbols, give a mock religious air to this family tableau. 'Honi soit qui mal y pense', but why is not that maidservant rather laid by the side of her mistresses?
He usually happens to have begun life with laudable aspirations and sincere interests of his own; and when, alas, the mediocrity of his gifts proves too weak to bear the burden of his ambitions, the recollection of a generous youth only serves to sour old age. Bel esprit abhorré de tous les bons esprits, Il pense par la haine échapper au mépris.
Prince Metternich said that no power on earth would induce him to touch any food a la Rossini, especially the macaroni, which he said was stuffed with hash and all sorts of remnants of last week's food and piled up on a dish like a log cabin. "J'ai des frissons chaque fois que j'y pense." Not long ago Baron James Rothschild sent Rossini some splendid grapes from his hothouse.
The following passage, in its simplicity, in its sweetness, deserves to live in the memorial literature of the war: "Je pense
Quand je pense a toi et aux enfants, a la petite maison, a la petite riviere et a tous les details de cette delicieuse existence que nous passons ensemble, il me faut beaucoup de courage pour rester ici seul a terminer mon travail." When my husband reached home, I was still in bed, and unwilling to let him come to me for fear of infection; but he would not hear of keeping away.
'Honi soit qui mal y pense, when English ladies join the party, and write home that 'it is delightful, that there is a refreshing disregard for what people may think at French watering-places, and a charming absence of self-consciousness that disarms criticism'! What does quiet paterfamilias think about his mermaid daughter, and of that touch about the 'absence of self-consciousness; and would anything induce him to clothe himself in a light-green skin, to put on a pair of 'human fins, or to perch himself on the rocks before a crowd of ladies on the beach, within a few yards of him?
"Je ne l'aurais peut-etre pris que comme une maniere de taquiner, une plaisanterie, si cela ne m'avait ete repete encore tout dernierement par un homme d'une vraie valeur intellectuelle, qui a toute une theorie sur les races. La conclusion a deduire etait: tout ce qui pense serieusement ne peut etre francais.
"Honi soit qui mal y pense," said Frank, who was eighteen. "Nobody will want to kiss you, my lady Fineairs," said Harry, who was just a year younger. "Because you choose to be a Puritan, there are to be no more cakes and ale in the house," said Frank. "Still waters run deep; we all know that," said Harry. The boys had not been present when the matter was decided between Mrs.
"On sautera!" People are jumping with a vengeance. The paint is disturbed upon your partner's face. Pretty lips speak ugly words. Honi soit qui mal y pense; but then the gentleman is between two and three wines, and the lady is rallying him because he has sense enough left to be a little modest. A couple sprawl in a waltz. A gentleman roars a toast. The hostess prays for less noise.
I explained to him that Madame Garnet had an accomplished cook who made them, an Austrian, I thought. He shook his head. "Austrichienne? Je ne pense pas." Cressida was approaching with the new Spanish soprano, Mme. Bartolas, who was all black velvet and long black feathers, with a lace veil over her rich pallour and even a little black patch on her chin. I beckoned them.
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