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We all have a right to the places we took. What place has monsieur engaged? Come, find that out! Haven't you a way-book, a register, or something? What place has Monsieur Lecomte engaged? count of what, I'd like to know." "Monsieur le comte," said Pierrotin, visibly troubled, "I am afraid you will be uncomfortable." "Why didn't you keep better count of us?" said Mistigris.

"Ah ca! is he subject to such attacks, that master of yours?" said Mistigris, addressing the porter. "He has gone to fetch his feed from the stable," replied the porter, well versed in all the usual tricks to keep passengers quiet. "Well, after all," said Mistigris, "'art is long, but life is short' to Bichette."

Draw a green line down a sheet of yellow paper, and you have Egypt. But those Egyptians fellahs they are called have an immense advantage over us. There are no gendarmes in that country. You may go from end to end of Egypt, and you won't see one." "But I suppose there are a good many Egyptians," said Mistigris. "Not as many as you think for," replied Georges.

Having committed the odious crime of repudiating his mother, Oscar, furious from a sense that his companions were laughing at him, now resolved, at any cost, to make them pay attention to him. "'All is not gold that glitters," he began, his eyes flaming. "That's not it," said Mistigris.

"Mistigris! if you interfere again I'll have you put off into the road," said his master. "And so," he added, turning to Georges, "monsieur has been to the East?" "Yes, monsieur; first to Egypt, then to Greece, where I served under Ali, pacha of Janina, with whom I had a terrible quarrel.

His clothing, analogous, with due allowance, to that of Mistigris, consisted of a shabby surtout coat, American-green in color, much worn, but clean and well-brushed; a black waistcoat buttoned to the throat, which almost concealed a scarlet neckerchief; and trousers, also black and even more worn than the coat, flapping his thin legs.

"'Our household' is a very aristocratic term," remarked the count. "Kings have households," replied Oscar, proudly. A look from Georges repressed the desire to laugh which took possession of everybody; he contrived to make Mistigris and the painter understand that it was necessary to manage Oscar cleverly in order to work this new mine of amusement.

A comic character in the sketch is the bohemian artist Leon de Lora, nicknamed Mistigris, with his puns and proverbs that were the rage in the early Forties. A character of more serious calibre is Joseph Bridau, the talented painter. He and his scamp of a brother, Philippe, are the twin prominent figures in the novel above alluded to: La Rabouilleuse.

"I'll bet whatever you like," repeated Georges, incisively, "that monsieur here is covered with stars." "Well," said the count, laughing, "I have the grand cross of the Legion of honor, that of Saint Andrew of Russia, that of the Prussian Eagle, that of the Annunciation of Sardinia, and the Golden Fleece." "Beg pardon," said Mistigris, "are they all in the coucou?"

"This is what is called 'suffering for license sake," said Mistigris. "You see I did know the count," said Oscar. "Possibly. But you'll never be an ambassador," replied Georges. "When people want to talk in public conveyances, they ought to be careful, like me, to talk without saying anything." "That's what speech is for," remarked Mistigris, by way of conclusion.

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