There are only two of you?" "Oh . . . as though we were thinking of wearing them! They are not to be worn; they are for the trousseau!" "Ah, mamam, what are you saying?" said the daughter, and she crimsoned again. "Our visitor might suppose it was true. I don't intend to be married. Never!" She said this, but at the very word "married" her eyes glowed.

"They say we ought not to miss this train," said Cecil, coming from the stables and flourishing a whip; "they say the line may be seized for government use exclusively in a few hours." The old house-keeper, Madame Paillard, nodded and pointed to her son, the under-keeper. "Oui, mamam!" "Then hurry," said Lady Hesketh. "Thorald, call the others."

She gave a little laugh. "What are you laughing at?" he asked. "At your sudden access of piety," said she. "At any rate," said he, "I owe no thanks to you. For all you cared, apparently, we should have spent the whole of this last precious evening surrounded by strangers." "Mamam, dites-moi ce qu'on sent Quand on aime," came the voice of Adrian from within.

For Mirko had opened his piteous eyes again, and whispered in little gasps: "Papa play to me the air Mamam loved. I can see her blue gauze wings!" And in a moment, as his face filled with the radiance of his vision he fell back, dead, into Zara's arms.

I am thinking of going to the Marshal of Nobility to lodge a complaint. Would you believe it, he has more than once broken open the trunks and . . . taken Manetchka's trousseau and given it to beggars. He has taken everything out of two of the trunks! If he goes on like this, my Manetchka will be left without a trousseau at all." "What are you saying, mamam?" said Manetchka, embarrassed.