United States or Bulgaria ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
We will take our seats in this corner, whence, without laying down our knife and fork, we can enjoy a full view of the company as they enter. We are rather early: by the clock, I perceive that it is no more than five: at six, however, there will scarcely be a vacant seat at any of the tables. "Garcon, la carte!" "La voila devant vous, Monsieur."
It was a bad ten seconds, but I made my election and turned the notes face downwards on the desk. To this day I do not exactly know how the thing managed to roll itself out; but it did, as you say, for the best part of an hour and a-half. There's a story pour vous encourager if you are ever in a like fix.
He had been persecuted in 1859 he had been imprisoned for eleven months, on a charge of quackery because all great men were persecuted; remember our Lord Jesus Christ! He himself was the greatest man living. Moi vous dire le plus grand homme d'universe. Hello and the ladies smiled admiringly at him, and never grew tired of listening to him.
Fiorsen stopped to listen. Poor devil! "Pagliacci!" Going up to the man dark, lame, very shabby, he took out some silver, and put his other hand on the man's shoulder. "Brother," he said, "lend me your fiddle. Here's money for you. Come; lend it to me. I am a great violinist." "Vraiment, monsieur!" "Ah! Vraiment! Voyons! Donnez un instant vous verrez."
When I was introduced and had made a reverence to the old ladies, the Marquis was presented, and when we had done bowing, he said: "Vous êtes anglaise, mademoiselle?" and, even for that, Victorine's eyes shot two yellow flames at me! Héloise nipped my arm to tell me to talk, so of course everything went out of my head, and I could only think of "Oui, monsieur."
On the other side was a postscript: "Maman vous fait dire que votre couvert vous attendra jusqu'
"Implore your cousin, darling Vera Vassilievna, to paint my portrait. I don't really care about the portrait, but to be with an artist to admire him, to speak to him, to breathe the same air with him! Ma pauvre tete, je deviens folle. Je compte sur vous, ma belle et bonne amie, et j'attends la reponse." "What answer shall I give her?" asked Vera, as Raisky laid the letter on the table.
I am jealous and proud and absurd so they all say; yet a word, a look from a real artist from one of the great men who know can break me, make me cry. Demelez ca, Monsieur, si vous pouvez! She stopped, out of breath. Their eyes were on each other. The fascination, the absorption expressed in the Englishman's look startled her.
And sitting down, she began to play and sing a little French song, whose first line ran: "Si on est jolie, jolie comme vous." It was soft, gay, charming. If the girl cried, so much the better. But Noel did not cry. She seemed suddenly to have recovered all her self-possession. She spoke calmly, answered Leila's questions without emotion, and said she would go home.
"Oh, give to me my gui-l'annee, I pray you, Monseigneur; The king's princess doth ride to-day, And I ride forth with her. Oh! I will ride the maid beside Till we come to the sea, Till my good ship receive my bride, And she sail far with me. Oh, donnez-moi ma gui-l'annee, Monseigneur, je vous prie!"
Word Of The Day