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One day at dinner after the pregnancy had gone on for some months her mother suddenly put down her fork, exclaiming: "I have never asked you what longing you have!" She replied with truth that she had none, her days and her nights being occupied with suffering. "No envie!" said the mother, "such a thing was never heard of. I must speak to your mother-in-law."
J'ai envie de vous faire la cour, mais vous êtes beaucoup trop dangereuse pour le moment." "Ça, c'est vrai!" said the Comte and Jean together, and every one laughed. Now that the betrothal ring is really on Victorine's finger, and Héloise knows she will be got off, she does not mind a bit about the Marquis looking at me.
Those few words were in familiar French, the French of the day, which Corvick often made use of to show he wasn't a prig. It had for some persons the opposite effect, but his message may fairly be paraphrased. "Have patience; I want to see, as it breaks on you, the face you'll make!" "Tellement envie de voir ta tête!" that was what I had to sit down with.
It was Les Chants du Crepuscule, and thus the page sang: "Laisse-toi donc aimer! Car l'amour, c'est la vie, C'est tout ce qu'on regrette et tout ce qu'on envie Quand on voit sa jeunesse au couchant décliner. Sans lui rien n'est complet, sans lui rien ne rayonne. La beauté c'est le front, l'amour c'est la couronne. Laisse-toi couronner!"
"Don Salluste. Cousin! Don Cesar. De vos bienfaits je n'aurai nulle envie, Tant que je trouverai vivant ma libre vie." Ibid. I'll lay a wager you won't think of me? Don Sallust. Cousin! Don Caesar. I covet not your favours, so but I lead an independent life. Phillip's situation was agreeable to his habits. His great courage and skill in horsemanship were not the only qualifications useful to Mr.
Many people go to sleep to escape from idleness; the Spaniards do; and, according to the French account, John Bull, the 'squire, hangs himself in the month of November; but the French, who are a very sensible people, attribute the action, "a une grande envie de se desennuyer;" he wishes to be doing something, say they, and having nothing better to do, he has recourse to the cord.
Sylvanus whom I honour, is runne into a Cave: Pan, whom I envye, courting of the Shepheardesse. Envie I thee Pan? No, pitty thee; an eie-sore to chast Nymphes, yet still importunate. Honour thee Sylvanus? No, contemne thee; fearefull of Musicke in the Woods, yet counted the god of the Woods. He then proceeds to welcome the royal visitor.
Un grand sommeil noir Tombe sur ma vie; Dormez toute espoir, Dormez toute envie! Je ne vois plus rien, Je perds la memoire Du mal et du bien.... Oh, la triste histoire! yet who does not at the same time experience its assuagement?
Whereupon the shortest creature that ever bore so lengthy a name, a dwarf not more than four feet high, wearing a frock coat and bright yellow gloves, entered the room, and crossing it at a sort of trot fell on his knees by the side of Madame Brandt's chair. "Ah! Carissima, je vous vois enfin, Ach liebes Herz! Que j'ai envie de pleurer!"
One after another came these strains he had taken from operas famous in their day, until at length the Padre was murmuring to some music seldom long out of his heart not the Latin verse which the choir sang, but the original French words: "Ah, voile man envie, Voila mon seul desir: Rendez moi ma patrie, Ou laissez moi mourir."
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