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"But the truth is, the Queen had no love of ornaments. A proof occurred very soon after I had the honour to be nominated Her Majesty's superintendent. On the day of the great fete of the Cordon Bleu, when it was the etiquette to wear diamonds and pearls, the Queen had omitted putting them on.
'You should dine with Victor Radnor. 'French cook, of course! 'Cordon bleu. 'I like to be sure of my cutlet. 'I like to be sure of a tastiness in my vegetables. 'And good sauces! 'And pretty pastry. I said, Cordon bleu. The miracle is, it 's a woman that Victor Radnor has trained: French, but a woman; devoted to him, as all who serve him are. Do I say "but" a woman?
Then I hastened to unfold, and read, and of course it was the impossible which had happened. 'Mon cher, I am sorry not to find you at home, but I'll wait at the café at the corner till half-past twelve. It is now midi juste. That was the first. The second ran: 'I have waited till a quarter to one. Now I am going to the Bleu for luncheon.
Instantly Max guessed that "Juan Garcia," the name appearing with the "numero matricule" over the bed of le bleu, was as new as his place in the Legion, and as fictitious as the alleged profession of garcon d'hôtel which accounted cleverly for the recruit's stained evening clothes. "I only asked you what was wrong, what made you stop so suddenly?" Max explained.
"Drink, Bleu Sanglier," said the Prince, "and put the goblet in thy bosom. Wear this chain, furthermore, for my sake." And so saying, Prince Adolf flung a precious chain of emeralds round the herald's neck. "An invitation to battle was ever a welcome call to Adolf of Cleves." So saying, and bidding his people take good care of Bleu Sanglier's retinue, the Prince left the hall with his daughter.
He held the gruesome thing up before him, scrutinizing it with the expression of a connoisseur who has discovered, on a grimy canvas, the signature of an old master. "Sac' bleu!" he presently broke forth. "Well I'll be Look'ee yer, George Clark! Come yer an' look. Ye've been sold ag'in. Take a squint, ef ye please!"
"Il ne vient pas deux fois l'oiseau bleu." Toby's lip trembled. She bit it desperately. Her look was strained. She did not attempt to speak. "It is the gift of the gods, chérie." The words came softly at her shoulder, but they pierced her. "We do not cast their gifts away. They come too seldom." She made a quick movement; it was almost convulsive, like the start of one suddenly awakened.
He opened the book with trembling fingers, took a pen and wrote, at first slowly, while Medallion smoked: "September 13th. It is five-and-twenty years ago to-day Mon Dieu, how we danced that night on the flags before the Sorbonne! How gay we were in the Maison Bleu! We were gay and happy Lulie and I two rooms and a few francs ahead every week.
He was ready to fight, and if need be against odds, but he preferred to fight on as even terms as possible. Soon LeNoir came back, wild with fury, and yelling curses at the top of his voice. He hurled himself into the room, the crowd falling back from him on either hand. "Hola!" he yelled, "Sacre bleu!"
She had fainted away with fear; and, when she recovered, she found herself in the dark, and the figure was gone. 'Sacre cochon bleu! exclaimed Fatout, giving very deliberate emphasis to every portion of his terrible oath 'I vould not meet de revenant, de ghost non not for all de bowl-de-ponch in de vorld. 'Fatout, said the Honourable Mr Listless, 'did I ever see a ghost?
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