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Updated: June 13, 2025
She asserted that she was going to stage a musical comedy, that she preferred cafe parfait to beefsteak, that she hoped Dr. Kennicott would never lose his ability to make love to charming women, and that she had a pair of gold stockings. They gaped for more. But she could not keep it up. She retired to a chair behind Sam Clark's bulk.
A frappe is nothing more nor less than a water ice partly frozen. For instance, Cafe Frappe is a partly frozen coffee. The mixture looks like wet snow. A Champagne Frappe is champagne packed in salt and ice and the bottles agitated until the champagne is partly frozen. A parfait is a dessert made from frozen whipped cream, sweetened and flavored.
'Tenez-vous votre coin a table, et dans les bonnes compagnies? y brillez-vous du cote de la politesse, de d'enjouement, du badinage? Etes-vous galant? Filex-vous le parfait amour?
This is met with the merits of the pineapple parfait at the La Fontaine. Jim thinks Dora's divorce was her husband's fault. Margaret gets up and goes back to the Purple Parlor and cries. Bessie begins to tell Jim how attentive Ned is to Margaret. This is so helpful that Jim gets up to find Margaret and tell her what he thinks of her.
They sat down under the trees, and the Marchesino looked at his pointed boots for a moment in silence, pushing forward his under lip until his blond mustache touched the jaunty tip of his nose. Then he began to laugh, still looking before him. "Emilio! Emilio!" He shook his head repeatedly. "Emilio mio! And that you should be asking me to show you Naples! It is too good! C'est parfait!"
"You mean you want to call it all off? You're going to hitch up with Gussie, after all?" "Only if you are fine and big enough to consent." "Oh, I am." "I gave you my promise." "Dash promises." "Then you really " "Absolutely." "Oh, Bertie!" She seemed to sway like a sapling. It is saplings that sway, I believe. "A very parfait knight!"
Forget the maudlin sentiment of thy books and old romances thy pure Sir Galahads, thy "vary parfait gentil knightes," thy meek and lowly lovers serving their ladies on bended knee; open thine eyes, learn that women to-day love only the strong hand, the bold eye, the ready tongue; kneel to her, and she will scorn and contemn you. Out upon thee, pale-faced student!
"She's very sweet, isn't she?" said the countess of Madame Karenina. "Her husband put her with me, and I was delighted to have her. We've been talking all the way. And so you, I hear...vous filez le parfait amour. Tant mieux, mon cher, tant mieux." "I don't know what you are referring to, maman," he answered coldly. "Come, maman, let us go."
"Each to his own joys the lobster was very good, Drake." They hardly heard him. Jean had a rosy parfait with a strawberry on top. Derry had another. They talked of the screen play, and the man who had failed. If he had really loved her he would not have failed, Jean said. "I think he loved her," was Derry's opinion; "the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak." Jean shrugged.
As he consumed a modest portion of rostbraten, Abe noted with a disapproving eye the cherry-stone clams, green-turtle soup and filet Chateaubriand which formed the menu of the Heir Apparent; and when the latter topped off his meal with half a pint of dry champagne and a café parfait Abe seized his hat and fairly ran from the restaurant.
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