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That was Will's way, John Eglinton defended. We should not now combine a Norse saga with an excerpt from a novel by George Meredith. Que voulez-vous? Moore would say. He puts Bohemia on the seacoast and makes Ulysses quote Aristotle. Why? Stephen answered himself.
That same afternoon Muriel had a visitor. M. Jules Peyron, formerly of the Collége de France, no longer a mere Polynesian god, but a French gentleman of the Boulevards in voice and manner, came to pay his respects, as in duty bound, to Mademoiselle Ellis. M. Peyron had performed his toilet under trying circumstances, to the best of his ability. The remnants of his European clothes, much patched and overhung with squares of native tappa cloth, were hidden as much as possible by a wide feather cloak, very savage in effect, but more seemly, at any rate, than the tattered garments in which Felix had first found him in his own garden parterre. M. Peyron, however, was fully aware of the defects of his costume, and profoundly apologetic. "It is with ten thousand regrets, mademoiselle," he said, many times over, bowing low and simpering, "that I venture to appear in a lady's salon for, after all, wherever a European lady goes, there her salon follows her in such a tenue as that in which I am now compelled to present myself. Mais que voulez-vous? Nous ne sommes pas
Michel, the relics, and wondrous bits of carving rescued from the splendors of the cathedral. "Ah, mesdames que voulez-vous?" was the old priest's broken chant; he was bewailing the woes that had come to his order, to religion, to France. "What will you have? The history of nations repeats itself, as we all know.
I shall not die for not having her. I think I should be no happier if I won her. Que voulez-vous? as my Lady of Chelsey would say. Je l'aime." "I wish she would have you," said Harry's fond mistress, giving a hand to him. He kissed and kept her fair hand, as they talked together. "Why," says he, "should she hear me? She knows what I would say. Far or near, she knows I'm her slave.
As for instance, 'Il est vrai qu'on s'y perd, mais que voulez-vous que je vous dise? il y a bien du pour et du contre; un petit Resident ne voit gueres le fond du sac. Il faut attendre. Those sort of expletives are of infinite use; and nine people in ten think they mean something.
He tek me to the King, I am made lieutenant, the mob come and the King and Queen are carry off to Paris. The King is prisoner, Monsieur le Marquis goes back to the Chateau de St. Gre. France is a republic. Monsieur que voulez-vous?" I become officier in the National Guard, one must move with the time. Is it not so, Monsieur? I deman' of you if you ever expec' to see a St. Gre a Republican."
"Father, I cannot look," returned the pallid girl. "It is misery enough to hear these frightful guns." "It is awful!" said Nanny, folding her arms about her child, "and I wonder that such gentlemen as Mr. John and Mr. Powis should go on an enterprise so wicked!" "Voulez-vous avoir la complaisance, monsieur?" said Mademoiselle Viefville, taking the glass from the unresisting hand of Mr. Effingham.
Herewith the German bowed, not uncivilly, on the contrary, somewhat ceremoniously, and disappeared with a Prussian Secretary of Embassy, whose arm he linked in his own, into a room less frequented. "Vicomte, who and what is your German count?" asked Vane. "A solemn pedant," answered the lively Vicomte, "a German count, que voulez-vous de plus?"
One of the old women in the street grasped my arm in a friendly way and called me cher petit ami, and described how she had been nearly killed a hundred times. When I asked her why she stayed she gave an old woman's cackling laugh and said, "Que voulez-vous, jeune homme?" which did not seem a satisfactory answer. As dusk crept into the streets of Arras I saw small groups of boys and girls.
In an interval between the acts one of these gentlemen entered the box of a certain great lady, who in the excess of her anger introduced him to one of her friends with the words, 'C'est un de ces miserables, mon cousin. The young man, completely unabashed, answered, 'Que voulez-vous? I am beginning to like the music myself. But, you see, a man must keep his word.
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