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No sooner was she asleep than a voice was saying, "Bonjour, Meece," and her eyes opened on daylight and Mademoiselle's little night-gowned form minuetting towards her down the single strip of matting. Her hair, hanging in short ringlets when released, fell forward round her neck as she bowed the slightest dainty inclination, from side to side against the swaying of her dance.
The Honourable Dave lifted his felt hat as he handed her out of the carriage, and said he would call again in the evening to see if he could do anything further for her. Mathilde, who had been watching from the window, opened the door, and led her mistress into the parlour. "It's it's all over, Mathilde," she said. "Mon dieu, madame," said Mathilde, "c'est simple comme bonjour!"
One of these deaconess-like nursemaids, walking out with a child whose black curls lay in wide sprays on each shoulder, detached herself from the up-town flow and crossed to the trellised threshold. "Good afternoon, Madam Meyerburg. Mademoiselle, dites bonjour
"This is the lover," he muttered; "curses upon him." From that moment he hated with all the bitterness of his nature the man now striding carelessly up towards the cottage door. "Bonjour, mademoiselle et messieurs" the newcomer said in cheery tones, as he entered, making a low bow. "Bonjour, Monsieur Stephens, was the reply.
"Well, you may admit him. I will not detain you longer, my dear Gandrin. My homages to Madame. Bonjour." Louvier bowed out M. Gandrin, and then rubbed his hands complacently. He was in high spirits. "Aha, my dear Marquis, thou art in my trap now. Would it were thy father instead," he muttered chucklingly, and then took his stand on the hearth, with his back to the fireless grate.
And knowing for whom it was intended, preferring not to be a witness to the presentation with a "Bonjour, Everly," and "How do, Trevalyon;" they went their different ways, the one into the light of woman's eyes, the other into the lights of the streets of Paris. Sir Tilton, with a laughing "Any admittance to a devoted subject," and a gay entrez from Vaura was in the boudoir.
The regiment was massed before the reviewing-stand as the little company came forward to meet their host, and when at last Pierre and Pierrette stood before the Commandant, with the beautiful flag of France floating over them, though they had been fearless under shell-fire, their knees knocked together with fright, and it was in a very small voice that they said, together, "Bonjour, Monsieur le Commandant, accept these flowers and our best wishes for many happy returns of your birthday."
"As Corsica at present stands, Perucca and Vasselot are valueless, mademoiselle, I claim the honour of being in the same boat with you. And if the empire falls bonjour la paix!" And he sketched a grand upheaval with a wave of his two hands in the air. "But why should the empire fall?" asked Denise, sharply.
My journey through fair Prance has been most interesting, and perhaps instructive, though I am afraid that the lessons I have taken in French politeness are altogether too superficial to be lasting. The "Bonjour, monsieur," and "Bon voyage," of France, may not mean any more than the "If I don't see you again, why, hello." of America, but it certainly sounds more musical and pleasant.
There had been fresh rain in the night: the garden was radiant; the smell of the wet earth was sweeter than all perfumes that are burned in palaces. The dripping rosebuds nodded against her hair as she went out; the starling called to her, "Bébée, Bébée bonjour, bonjour." These were all the words it knew. It said the same words a thousand times a week.
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