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Updated: May 16, 2025
Here he placed in my hands a small card, inscribed with the words, "Pension Bourgeoise, Rue de Mi-Carême, Boulevard Mont Parnasse, No. 46," at top; and beneath was a paragraph, setting forth the economical fact that a man might eat, drink, and sleep for the sum of twelve francs a week, enjoying the delights of "agreeable society, pleasant environs, and all the advantages of a country residence."
I imagined vaguely that it had something to do with carmen-carminis, still more vaguely with caro-carnis, and its derivations, like carnival and carnation. Carminative there was the idea of singing and the idea of flesh, rose-coloured and warm, with a suggestion of the jollities of mi-Careme and the masked holidays of Venice.
It was the 'Mi-Careme', and the crowds were pouring into the brightly lighted passage which leads to the dance ball, like water flowing through the open lock of a canal.
Hawthorne did was no affair of his. "Aurora," he said she was after this evening Mrs. Hawthorne to him only in the hearing of others, "Aurora, I want to ask a favor, a great favor." "Go ahead. I guess it's granted." "I wish I felt sure; but I'm afraid. Say you will not take part in the amateur variety show at mi-carême." "Sakes!" cried Aurora, staring at him with round eyes.
During the Carnival most of the public-houses remain open all night, and there is dancing in them, and a great deal of noise. The fourth Sunday in Lent is called Mi-Carême, or, in Flemish, Half-Vasten, when the fun of the Carnival is renewed; and on that day a person like Santa Claus, whom you know in England, makes his appearance.
Faites vos jeux," the croupiers were crying in their strident, monotonous voices, inviting players to stake their counters of cent-sous, their louis, or their hundred or five hundred franc notes upon the spin of the red and black wheel. It was the month of March, the height of the Riviera season, the fetes of Mi-Careme were in full swing.
"I shall telephone him that I am not going to that mi-carême dance. . . . Besides, Suddy Gray is a bore with the martyred smile he's been cultivating. . . . As though a happy girl would dream of marrying anybody with all life before her to learn important things in! . . . And that dreadful, downy Scott Innis trying to make me listen to him! . . . until I was ashamed to be alive!
He is called De Greef van Half-Fasten that is, the Count of Mi-Carême and comes to give presents to all good children. But he is so like Santa Claus that we shall leave him alone in the meantime, for I shall presently be telling you what Santa Claus does in Belgium.
It came the next night, when there was to be a great mi-carême rout and ball at the Hôtel Kirkpatrick. I did not usually go to these balls unless commanded by my master, and he was a merciful man; but on this night I went with him of my own free will. It was a very splendid company, and few there were not above my quality.
A moment later she said urgently: "Warren, isn't there a chance that I'm right about this? Mightn't it be better simply to telephone everyone that the dance is postponed? Make it next week, or Mi-Careme anything. If they talk let them! I don't care what they say. They'll talk anyway. But every fibre of my being, every delicate or decent instinct I ever had, rebels against this.
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