"At the Futurist Tea Room at four this afternoon, when she meets our good friend, young Dr. Harris," reminded Clare. "Between cabarets and tea rooms I don't know whether this is work or play." "It's work, all right," smiled Kennedy, adding, "at least it would be if it weren't lightened by your help."
Michel at the mouth of the great Mont Cenis tunnel, where so many peasant folk like them are always amiably quarreling before the cabarets when the diligence comes and goes.
Ellena Victorovna was leaning upon his arm. And suddenly she asked: "Tell me, Volodya, where do you usually go when you take leave of so-called decent women?" Volodya hemmed and hawed. However, he knew positively that he could not lie to Rovinskaya. "M-m-m ... I'm afraid of offending your hearing. To the Tzigani, for instance ... to night cabarets ..." "And somewhere else? Worse?"
Fearing she might be late she ran as far as the village. There she found all the doors of the houses open. On the thresholds the men were eating their soups or leaning against the walls; others were in the cabarets drinking wine; others were washing at the pump in the yard.
We had one difficulty, which was, that we were going the wrong way; but that was obviated by travelling mostly at night, when no questions were asked, except at the cabarets, where we lodged, and they did not know which way we came. When we stopped at night, my youth excited a great deal of commiseration, especially from the females; and in one instance I was offered assistance to escape.
You're dawdling in cabarets and roadhouses and restaurants, when you might be doing Work " Bangs's voice capitalized the word "real work," he added fiercely, "work other fellows would give their souls to be able to do." He ended on a flat note, oddly unlike his usual buoyant tones, and sat still as if everything had been said.
Merry groups were gathered on the corners, songs and laughter mingled in the court-yards, billiard balls clicked in the cabarets. A fat, jolly little Frenchman, surrounded by tripping children, sat in his doorway on the edge of the banquette, fiddling with all his might, pausing only to wipe the beads of perspiration from his face. "Madame Clive, mais oui, Monsieur, l' petite maison en face."
In the old hôtel of the Lesdiguières family, rue de la Tour d’Auvergne, the “Carillon” opened its doors in 1893, and quickly conquered a place in the public favor, the inimitable fun and spirits of Tiercy drawing crowds to the place. The famous “Tréteau de Tabarin,” which to-day holds undisputed precedence over all the cabarets of Paris, was among the last to appear.
Then we could do all sorts of jolly things together. Not studio parties or cabarets, but jolly outdoor things like we used to do at home. Do stay, Quin; won't you?" She was looking up at him with such frank urgency and such entire sympathy that Quin lost his head completely. "Miss Nell," he blurted out, "if I stay and get a job and make good, will you marry me?"
And all the other cities, big and little, said a boom-boom of their own. A mighty nation had gone to war. A time of singing. Songs on the lips of crowds. Lights in their eyes. You tell 'em, kid! Store fronts, cabarets, hotel lobbies, sign-boards, office buildings all become shining citadels of righteousness beleaguered by the powers of darkness.