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Updated: June 14, 2025
The gas was burning in the hall, the front door stood half open, and on the doorstep was Auguste, talking to a maid-servant from the next house. She flitted away as the man turned round, and, to his astonishment, perceived Wilhelm with a portmanteau in his hand. He stepped quickly indoors. "Ah," he said in a muffled tones, "Monsieur le Docteur! I understand I understand.
"I'll been forget to tell the docteur h'all about Mr. Dunwodee," began Eleazar. "What business have you to forget!" demanded Jamieson sternly. "Has anything gone wrong?" "Mon pere," began Hector, "I'll tol' him, if he didn't tell the docteur about how Monsieur Dunwodee he'll broke it his leg some more " "What's that?" The doctor whirled upon him. "It's quite true," said Josephine.
"Ah, Monsieur le Docteur, it is incredible vat zat poor child she suffer. Madame 'ave told you " "Madame was about to tell me, my Sister," Saxham said, in his smooth, fluent French, "when you appeared upon the scene." Sister Cleophée launched, unwitting of the Mother-Superior's gesture of vexation, into voluble explanations in that native language which M. le Docteur spoke so well.
John had brought the message himself, and delivered it verbally to Rosine, who had not scrupled to follow the steps of M. Emanuel, then passing to the first classe, and, in his presence, stand "carrement" before my desk, hand in apron-pocket, and rehearse the same, saucily and aloud, concluding with the words, "Qu'il est vraiment beau, Mademoiselle, ce jeune docteur! Quels yeux quel regard! Tenez!
The German prefect once angrily said to him: "You are a real poison in this country, Herr Doctor!" and not very long before the war a German official to whom he was applying for leave to invite M. Andre Tardieu to lecture in Strasbourg, broke out with pettish exasperation: "For twenty years you have been turning my hair grey, M. le Docteur!" and permission was refused.
The future creator of French comedy had now passed his thirtieth year, and as yet his reputation was confined to his own dramatic corps a pilgrim in the caravan of ambulatory comedy. He had provided several temporary novelties. Boileau regretted the loss of one, Le Docteur Amoureux; and in others we detect the abortive conceptions of some of his future pieces.
He leant towards her, speaking in an undertone, trying to stare her down. "Do you mean me, Mademoiselle?" "And why not, Monsieur le docteur? Would it be so strange? You say you love nobody. But it seems you love ze poor fat Moretti terribly, terribly, no doubt, so that you almost break your small 'eart for 'er. And per'aps someone else too.
"Ou! Monsieur le Docteur!" she screamed, jumping at Traverse in a way to make him start back; "Ou, Monsieur le Docteur, I am very happy you to see! Voil
I had lost all my money, and had not even a franc left to pay the driver. Presently the door again opened, the grave footman reappeared, and I heard the dreaded announcement: "Monsieur le Docteur will be happy to receive Monsieur in his consulting-room." I followed mechanically. We passed through a passage thickly carpeted, and paused before a green baize door.
"One can see that Monsieur le Docteur knows his business," Madame Broquette allowed herself to say, with a flattering smile. "I don't often have such pearls. But she has only just arrived, otherwise she would probably have been engaged already. I can answer for her as I could for myself, for I have put her out before."
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