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At last she was ushered into a smaller room, into the presence of a pompous individual, wearing the insignia of the Legion of Honor, Monsieur le Commissaire in person, who was sipping his 'cafe au lait' and reading the 'Gazette des Tribunaux.
As for their voices, they were the sweetest I'd heard in America, soft, and a little throaty, with a peculiar quality, quite different from the voice of a person who hasn't been dipped in café au lait.
At last she was ushered into a smaller room, into the presence of a pompous individual, wearing the insignia of the Legion of Honor, Monsieur le Commissaire in person, who was sipping his 'cafe au lait' and reading the 'Gazette des Tribunaux.
Meantime, a pity to waste this one; and there was poor little Miss Delawny sitting out, as usual, in her skimpy pink frock and black hat, trying so hard not to look forlorn that he felt sorry for her. She was tacitly barred by most of the men because she was 'café au lait'; a delicate allusion to the precise amount of Indian blood in her veins.
Presently, in the dawn, we ran slowly into Lyons, whereupon, with Rayne, I mounted guard, allowing no one to leave. Two men wanted to descend to obtain some café au lait, as is customary, and were surprised when prevented. The commissary of police, with several plain-clothes officers, were quickly upon the spot, and to them Mr.
"There we are to breakfast; and while the good fermiere makes the cafe au lait in a caldron, you and five others, whom I shall select, will spread with butter half a hundred rolls." Having formed his troop into line once more, he marched us straight on the farm, which, on seeing our force, surrendered without capitulation.
Before we approached the cross-road the first faint flash of dawn showed away on our left, and by the time we reached Sisterton the sun had risen. At an auberge we pulled up, and got two big bowls of steaming café au lait, and then without much adventure continued our way down to Mirabeau, whence we turned sharp to the left for Draguignan and Les Arcs.
At last she was ushered into a smaller room, into the presence of a pompous individual, wearing the insignia of the Legion of Honor, Monsieur le Commissaire in person, who was sipping his 'cafe au lait' and reading the 'Gazette des Tribunaux.
Black lace over white tulle, with green velvet twisted bows. Light-blue tulle with Valenciennes. AFTERNOON GOWNS. Lilac faille. Light cafe au lait with trimmings of the same. A red faille, quite plain. Gray faille with light-blue facings. Do you not think there is enough to last me as long as I live? SUNDAY, November 28th.
She has people in to luncheon and dinner and tea, and I suspect even for the café au lait in the mornings. I enjoy it, however. One is seldom bored, though frequently exhausted. Why I am writing this dull introduction I cannot say, for I have more important things to tell. I have met Katrine Dulany. Anne and I went to the Countess de Nemours' reception on Friday night.
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