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Did he not come over with ladies? 'With relatives, yes. 'Relatives of course. But when British officers travel with ladies, relatives or other, they prefer the simplicity of mufti, and so do I, as a question of taste, I must say. 'It was quite by misadventure that M. de Croisnel chanced to come in his uniform. 'Ah! I know you, for defending your friends, Captain Beauchamp.
They advance and they retire. They perform the first steps of a quadrille ceremoniously, and we admire them. 'What's that? exclaimed the Comte de Croisnel. 'You talk nonsense, Roland. M. le marquis is hardly past forty. He is in his prime. 'Without question, mon pere. For me, I was merely offering proof that he can preserve his prime unlimitedly. 'He is not a subject for mockery, Roland.
He was in too great a hurry to change his uniform before he started, or en route? 'So it happened. Mrs. Grancey let a lingering eye dwell maliciously on Beauchamp, who said, to shift the burden of it: 'The French are not so jealous of military uniforms as we are. M. de Croisnel lost his portmanteau. 'Ah! lost it! Then of course he is excuseable, except to the naked eye.
Everard was assured by M. de Croisnel that every attention and affectionate care were being rendered to his gallant and adored nephew 'vrai type de tout ce qu'il y a de noble et de chevaleresque dans la vieille Angleterre' from a family bound to him by the tenderest obligations, personal and national; one as dear to every member of it as the brother, the son, they welcomed with thankful hearts to the Divine interposition restoring him to them.
He's too late for his luck in England. Have him out of that mire, we can't hope for more now. Rosamund postponed her mission to plead. Her heart was with Nevil; her understanding was easily led to side against him, and for better reasons than Mr. Romfrey could be aware of: so she was assured by her experience of the character of Mademoiselle de Croisnel.
Dieu! and similar fiddlededee. These were matters for women to do, if they chose: women and Frenchmen were much of a pattern. Moreover, he knew the hotel this Comte de Croisnel was staying at.
She prepared to receive Miss Halkett in the drawing-room, as the guests of the house this evening chanced to be her friends. Madame de Rouaillout's present to her was a photograph of M. de Croisnel, his daughter and son in a group. Rosamund could not bear to look at the face of Renee, and she put it out of sight. But she had looked. She was reduced to look again.
Inform Madame de Rouaillout that her brother M. le comte de Croisnel will soon be here, and should not find her ill. Talk to her as you women can talk. Keep the blinds down in her room; light a dozen wax-candles. Tell her I have no thought but of her. It's a lie: of no woman but of her: that you may say. But that you can't say. You can say I am devoted ha, what stuff!
Inform Madame de Rouaillout that her brother M. le comte de Croisnel will soon be here, and should not find her ill. Talk to her as you women can talk. Keep the blinds down in her room; light a dozen wax-candles. Tell her I have no thought but of her. It's a lie: of no woman but of her: that you may say. But that you can't say. You can say I am devoted ha, what stuff!
He was in too great a hurry to change his uniform before he started, or en route? 'So it happened. Mrs. Grancey let a lingering eye dwell maliciously on Beauchamp, who said, to shift the burden of it: 'The French are not so jealous of military uniforms as we are. M. de Croisnel lost his portmanteau. 'Ah! lost it! Then of course he is excuseable, except to the naked eye.
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