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His menace is, "Maman, je veux etre bien mechant ce soir, je vous le promets." The Duke was in the best humour the whole day I ever saw him, who you know has been at times as gate as the other. He said that my dinner was perfect, and so it was dans son genre.
In a moment the rouge won, and the second deal I repeated the bet, and so continuing on with the like success; when I was preparing my rouleau for the fifth, the banquier rose, and saying "Messiers, la banque est fermee pour ce soir," proceeded to lock his casette, and close the table.
Two minutes later the train drew up slowly, and wishing my fellow-traveller bon soir, I expressed a hope that one day, ere long, we might meet again. I had not given him my card, as our acquaintance was only upon chance, and well, after all, he was only a passing foreigner.
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"Go on home, Jordan," he said to the coachman; "I'll walk." And he strode out into the darkening lanes, caution and the desire of possession playing see-saw within him. 'Bon soir, monsieur! How softly she had said it. To know what was in her mind! The French they were like cats one could tell nothing! But how pretty! What a perfect young thing to hold in one's arms! What a mother for his heir!
You see I know a lot." Her puffy cheeks shook when she giggled. "And Monsieur has known Mme. Rod et Mlle. Rod a long time. An old friend. Monsieur is a musician." "Yes. Bon soir." Andrews ran up the stairs. "Au revoir, Monsieur." Her chanting voice followed him up the stairs. He slammed the door behind him and threw himself on the bed.
When she returned she saw Lady Clifford kiss the patient's cheek, then straighten up, wrap her négligé closer about her slender body, and move towards the door. "Bon soir, mon cher," she called softly, kissing her finger-tips to him, "dors bien!" So charming, so transparently appealing ... yet she had been looking for something under the pillow, Esther was convinced of it.
My serene demeanor lasted but a moment, for simultaneously with his bowed response to my greeting, came in a clear voice, with perfect accent: "Bon soir, Monsieur!" I started back, for it seemed as if someone in the room had spoken, but then I noticed that the Martian held in his hand the instrument I had seen on the previous evening.
When we had music or danced at our house, we used to tell some well-known man to say "on danse chez Madame King ce soir." That was all. Paris society is much stiffer, attaches much more importance to visits and reception days. Now one is invited each time, there is always music or a comedie, sometimes a conference in Lent, and a buffet in the dining-room.
From the height of the veranda one of the most beautiful bits of the isles lay in view, and the hour was so lovely that its charm thrilled these people, of whom several, as Thaddeus, were still close to nature. It was he, first, who called to Natacha: "Natacha! Natacha! Sing us your 'Soir des Iles."
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