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Oh! what a splendid place for a trot! I shall let Niniche go; I call her Niniche." With the point of his whip Paul caressed the flank of Niniche, who started off at full speed, and Paul, delighted, cried: "Just look at her action, Monsieur l'Abbe! just look at her action! So regular just like clockwork. Lean over and look."
"Ah no! to-morrow I sha'n't be in the right mood. Never put off till to-morrow, you know. Our not being in evening dress won't matter a bit, they'll only think we're critics; and 'Niniche' doesn't begin till nine."
Never: My flower! Pray note this discretion. Or else, which is more serious, they call their wives: Bobonne, mother, daughter, good woman, old lady: this last when she is very young. Some venture upon names of doubtful propriety, such as: Mon bichon, ma niniche, Tronquette! We once heard one of our politicians, a man extremely remarkable for his ugliness, call his wife, Moumoutte!
When they had dined, sitting at their favourite table, which, from its position at the end, commanded a view of the bright exotic room, with its cosmopolitan contents, their wants cared for by the head-waiter, who adored Lightmark for his knowledge of his mother-tongue, recognising and being recognised by the forgotten of their acquaintance, who were also dining there, Lightmark proposed an adjournment to the little theatre in Dean Street hard by, where "Niniche" was being played for the last time by a clever company from across the Channel.
Never: My flower! Pray note this discretion. Or else, which is more serious, they call their wives: Bobonne, mother, daughter, good woman, old lady: this last when she is very young. Some venture upon names of doubtful propriety, such as: Mon bichon, ma niniche, Tronquette! We once heard one of our politicians, a man extremely remarkable for his ugliness, call his wife, Moumoutte!
After the second act Lightmark, in whom the influence of the evening was beginning to manifest itself in the shape of a geniality which was absent in a great degree from his more serious hours, and which had undoubtedly won him more friends than the other slightly pugnacious phase of his temperament, decided that Niniche was really very like Miss Sylvester, only less beautiful, and asserted that he was confident that she was younger than the newspapers made out.
Oh! what a splendid place for a trot! I shall let Niniche go; I call her Niniche." With the point of his whip Paul caressed the flank of Niniche, who started off at full speed, and Paul, delighted, cried: "Just look at her action, Monsieur l'Abbe! just look at her action! So regular just like clockwork. Lean over and look."
Never: My flower! Pray note this discretion. Or else, which is more serious, they call their wives: Bobonne, mother, daughter, good woman, old lady: this last when she is very young. Some venture upon names of doubtful propriety, such as: Mon bichon, ma niniche, Tronquette! We once heard one of our politicians, a man extremely remarkable for his ugliness, call his wife, Moumoutte!
Oh! what a splendid place for a trot! I shall let Niniche go; I call her Niniche." With the point of his whip Paul caressed the flank of Niniche, who started off at full speed, and Paul, delighted, cried: "Just look at her action, Monsieur l'Abbe! just look at her action! So regular just like clockwork. Lean over and look."
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