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Updated: June 16, 2025
At the door a string of glass globes formed a luminous porch. Tall posters pasted on boards stood upon the ground, close to the gutter. "Here we are," said Lantier. "To-night, first appearance of Mademoiselle Amanda, serio-comic." Then he caught sight of Bibi-the-Smoker, who was also reading the poster. Bibi had a black eye; some punch he had run up against the day before. "Well!
This sounded plausible; still we felt that if his crimes had been political, they might have regarded him with more indulgence. Of Bibi himself it was equally futile to inquire. There was one subject on which he would never touch his previous condition his past, before he came to be what we saw. 'Yes, I am a gentleman. I am Captain Kasghine.
Volauvent writes in the Journal of the period: "Bibi can dance no longer." Veaux caps it by saying "She never could," while S. Kayrille, well known for his wit and kindly humour, reviewed her in the Berlin Gazette of the period by remarking, in his customarily brilliant manner, "She is very plain and no longer in her first youth."
But Quita's letter, written in her 'garden' on a boulder, before breakfast, had transported Lenox many hundred miles away from it all. The cluttering of squirrels, and the cries of poor Miriam Bibi entered his ears; but the spirit of him was back among the mountains; the scent of warm pine-needles was is his nostrils, the spell of his wife's face and voice upon his heart.
And Bibi accepted a glass of liquor. Lantier defended the masters. They were not so bad after all; then, too, how were the men to get along without them? "To be sure," continued Lantier, "I manage pretty well, for I don't have much to do with them myself!" "Come, my boy," he added, turning to Coupeau; "we shall be late if we don't look out." Bibi went out with them.
But his victim had been a bourgeois from across the river; we were confident he would deal honourably by a fellow Quarternion he had the esprit de corps. It was Bibi in his social aspect, however, not in his professional, who especially interested us. It was very much the fashion to ask him to join the company at a café table, to offer him libations, and to 'draw' him make him talk.
It was, of course, before he wrote his "Ode to an Unknown Flower" and "My Gretchen has Large Flat Ears," poems which were destined to live almost forever. Bibi left Vienna and journeyed to London London, so cold and grim after Paris the Gay and Vienna the Wicked. In her letter to Madame Perrier she says, "My dear London's awful"; and "Ludgate Circus I ask you!"
Instead of Mademoiselle Zephirine's wadded hood, she wore a green bonnet, in which she may have visited her melons, for it had passed, like them, from green to yellowish; as for its shape, our present fashions are just now bringing it back to Paris, after twenty years absence, under the name of Bibi.
But he will give her up," I said confidently. "Bibi? He can keep Bibi. She was ever swift with her tongue and liked not the ways of shikaris. Yes, he can keep Bibi," added Bahadur Rai without bitterness. "But, Sahib" and here the little man's voice rose almost to a scream of indignation "that was not the worst.
We had a little fight with a waiter at Baquets. He wanted us to pay twice for what we had, and somehow Coupeau and I got separated, and I have not seen him since." And Bibi gave a great yawn. He was in a disgraceful state of intoxication. He looked as if he had been rolling in the gutter. "And you know nothing of my husband?" asked Gervaise. "No, nothing.
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