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He paused at this point to mix the punch, and then resumed: "But for all that, he appears to have been a lively old gentleman to the end, and left us his version of a saying which is considered by some people an improvement on the original, 'Cherchez la femme. Uncle Marston had it, 'Hunt the other woman. Don't go too fast with that punch; it isn't as gentle as it seems."
"C'est celui que vous cherchez!" "Il retourne chez lui," said Marc. And then Bennie, without offering any explanation, found himself dancing up and down upon the rocks in the dizzying sun, waving his hat and shouting to the Father of the Marionettes. What he shouted he never knew. And Marc and Edouard both shouted, too.
While the world approves man struts and crows, taking all the credit; but, when there is blame about, he whines, street-arab fashion: "It wasn't me. Cherchez la femme." Mrs.
But what a mess! cherchez la femme!" "That we must do," laughed Merton. "The mosquitoes illustrate the proverb: only the females bite. Good, that, isn't it? But what next? I interrupted you. You are out of it, but where do I come in? What about Porthos and that little red weasel Aramis?" "And D'Artagnan?" I laughed. "If you like, Greville. You are complimentary. Was that all?" "No.
As for Lucas, he lay quite still for a long while, steadily watching the motes that danced and swam giddily in the sunshine. Nearly half an hour went by before he stirred at all. And then a heavy sigh burst suddenly from him, shaking his whole body, sending a flicker of pain across his drooping eyelids. "Cherchez la femme!" he said to himself. And again with a quivering smile, "Cherchez la femme!
As ever, dear friend, one of the greatest sayings which the men of my race have ever perpetrated once more justifies itself "Cherchez la femme!" Of Monsieur we have no manner of doubt. We have tested him in every way. And to all appearance Madame should also be above suspicion. Yet those things of which I have spoken have happened. For two hours this morning I was closeted with Picon here.
He objects to that idolatry of sexualism which makes it the fountain of all forcible enthusiasms; he dislikes the amorous drama which makes the female the only key to the male. He is Feminist in politics, but Anti-feminist in emotion. His key to most problems is, "Ne cherchez pas la femme."
"Cherchez la femme," said his wife. "Mrs. Blake!" protested the girl, blushing. "What's that?" he asked. "'Find the woman," explained Mrs. Blake. "That's easy," he said, fixing his twinkling eyes on the rosy-faced girl. "But I'm sure it has not been because of me at least not altogether," she qualified with her uncompromising honesty. "I wouldn't blame him even if it was altogether," said Blake.
They drink in order to say or do something or cherchez la femme. Up in the Coombe with chummies and streetwalkers and then the rest of the year sober as a judge. Yes. Thought so. Sloping into the Empire. Gone. Plain soda would do him good. Where Pat Kinsella had his Harp theatre before Whitbred ran the Queen's. Broth of a boy. Dion Boucicault business with his harvestmoon face in a poky bonnet.
Things happened frequently over here that wouldn't happen in the States once in a hundred years. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York....
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