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I write in great haste, and am ever yours faithfully, C. Curzon. "N.B. I have not seen his note, so explain all and every thing." The inclosed letter ran thus: "Sir, It can scarcely have escaped your memory, though now nearly two months since, that at the Mayor's 'dejeune' in Cork, you were pleased to make merry at my expense, and expose me and my family for your amusement.
As we were going out, the landlady, getting on towards eighty, with a bookish nose, pale blue eyes and a Giovanni Bellini's Loredano Loredani kind of expression, came up to us and said, in sweetly apologetic accents: "Avez-vous donc dejeune a peu pres selon vos idees, Messieurs?"
Si encore la pauvre petite avait vecu, mon oncle aurait eu une fille peur remplacer les siennes, car il faut bien parler d'Anne comme d'une personne morte. "Je me felicite des resultats de mon nouveau systeme: je me leve de fort bonne heure, j'ai fini dans l'Academie a 10 h. 1/2; alors je fais une course, et immediatement apres je me rends au Musee ou je dejeune.
You must pardon me, but you really can't ask people to a dejeune dansant, and then scold 'em!" "I'm not going to scold them," said Air. Avenel, very seriously, "upon my honour, I'm not. I'm going to make all right, and I even hope afterwards that the dancing may go on and that you will honour me again with your hand. I leave you to your task; and believe me, I'm not an ungrateful man."
M'Catchley had described with much eloquence the Dejeunes dansants of her fashionable friends residing in the elegant suburbs of Wimbledon and Fulham. She declared that nothing was so agreeable. She had even said point-blank to Mr. Avenel, "Why don't you give a Dejeune dansant?" And, therewith, a Dejeune dansant Mr. Avenel resolved to give. The day was fixed, and Mr.
He and his staff, it turned out, had taken that precaution, and the great man amused himself, while the stream of royal inquiries poured on, by pointing at Mr. Creevey from time to time with the remark, "Voila le monsieur qui n'a pas dejeune!" Settled down at last at Amorbach, the time hung heavily on the Duke's hands.
How delightful, if on the continent, to escape from the narrow limits of the dungeon-like diligence, where you sit with your knees next your collar-bone, fainting with heat and suffocated by dust, and find yourself suddenly beside the tempting "plats" of a little French dejeune, with its cutlets, its fried fish, its poulet, its salad, and its little entre of fruit, tempered with a not despicable bottle of Beaune.
He retired to a quiet part of the grounds, seated himself under a tree, leaned his cheek on his hand, and mused. He was soon far away; happy age, when, whatever the present, the future seems so fair and so infinite! But now the dejeune had succeeded the earlier dances; and, as champagne flowed royally, it is astonishing how the entertainment brightened.
"My dear fellow, I'm so glad to see you, you can't think," said he, advancing with both hands out, and hugging the Yorkshireman after the manner of a Polar bear. "I have not time to stay one moment; I have to meet Mr. Wiggins at the corner of Bloomsbury Square at a quarter to six, and it wants now only seven minutes to," casting his eye up at the clock over the sideboard. "I have just called to say that as you are fond of hunting, and all that sort of thing, if you have a mind for a day with the staghounds to-morrow, I will mount you same as before, and all that sort of thing you understand, eh?" "Thank you, my good friend," said the Yorkshireman; "I have nothing to do to-morrow, and am your man for a stag-hunt." "That's right, my good fellow," said Jorrocks, "then I'll tell you what do come and breakfast with me in Great Coram Street, at half-past seven to a minute. I've got one of the first 'ams (hams) you ever clapt eyes on in the whole course of your memorable existence. Saw the hog alive myself sixteen score within a pound; must come know you like a fork breakfast dejeune
Richard Avenel. "I wonder what Mrs. M'Catchley will say?" Indeed, if the whole truth must be known, Mr. Richard Avenel not only gave that /dejeune dansant/ in honour of Mrs. M'Catchley those soft words which but why not here let Mr. Richard Avenel use his own idiomatic and unsophisticated expression? "Please the pigs, then," said Mr. Avenel to himself, "I shall pop the question!"
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