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Langenau did not come to dinner; Sophie sent a servant to his room after we were at table, to ask him if he would come down, or have his dinner sent to him; but the servant came back, saying he did not want any dinner, with his compliments to Mrs. Hollenbeck. "À la bonne heure" cried Kilian. "A skeleton always interferes with my appetite at a feast."
I was very indignant, and told him so, and said, "Est-ce que tous les poetes sont fous a cette heure de la soiree?" "Vous voyez," he retorted, "you are not only blasee; you are sarcastic." I enjoyed my dinner immensely in spite of being blasee, and Gautier's fun and amusing talk lasted until we were back in the salon. The Emperor approached us while we were still laughing, and began to talk to us.
"Because," I replied, speaking slowly and emphatically; "I desire you to be mine and mine only, to have you absolutely in my possession, and to feel that no one can come between us, or interfere with my wishes concerning you." She laughed gayly. "A la bonne heure! You ARE a lover without knowing it!
"How do you do, Monsieur de Florac?" growls the new comer, surlily; and was for moving on after this brief salutation; but having a second thought seemingly, turned back and followed Florac into the apartment where our host conducted us. "A la bonne heure!" Florac renewed his cordial greetings to Lord Highgate. "I knew not, mon bon, what fly had stung you," says he to my lord.
"I must know the cause of these cries; I must see these children," said Mad. de Fleury, getting out of her carriage. Francois held his arm for his lady as she got out. "Bon!" cried he, with an air of vexation. "Si madame la veut absolument, a la bonne heure! Mais madame sera abimee. Madame verra que j'ai raison. Madame ne montera jamais ce vilain escalier. D'ailleurs c'est an cinquieme.
Or has this feast of reason taken away your appetite for simpler fare?" "If you mean, am I ready to go with you to Madame de Courcelles' yes." "A la bonne heure!" "But you are not going away without taking leave of Madame Rachel?" "Unquestionably. Leave-taking is a custom more honored in the breach than the observance." "But isn't that very impolite?" "Ingénu!
"We shall meet again, monsieur," said Iberville at last; "at least, I hope so." "I shall be glad," answered Gering mechanically. "But 'tis like I shall come to you before you come to me," added Iberville, with meaning. Jessica was standing not far away, and Gering did not instantly reply. In the pause, Iberville said: "Au revoir! A la bonne heure!" and walked away.
He sprang forward, in a genuine surprise, as Mademoiselle Justine Delande, aided by the stout Swiss maid, tottered over the gangplank. "Madame is ill, a la bonne heure! Let me conduct you to the Hotel Croix d'Or, where Madame Louison is even now awaiting the Paris train."
And as for laughing at ME for falling asleep, I can't understand a man of sense doing otherwise. In MY time, a la bonne heure. In the reign of George IV., I give you my honor, all the dancers at the opera were as beautiful as Houris. Even in William IV.'s time, when I think of Duvernay prancing in as the Bayadere, I say it was a vision of loveliness such as mortal eyes can't see now-a-days.
An awning was stretched over the deck, and at a walnut table covered with papers sat Monsieur Vigo, smoking his morning pipe. "Davy," said he, "you have come a la bonne heure. At ten I depart for New Orleans." He sighed. "It is so long voyage," he added, "and so lonely one. Sometime I have the good fortune to pick up a companion, but not to-day." "Do you want me to go with you?" I said.
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