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The little waxed salle-a-manger was sallow and sociable; Francois, dancing over it, all smiles, was a man and a brother; the high-shouldered patronne, with her high-held, much-rubbed hands, seemed always assenting exuberantly to something unsaid; the Paris evening in short was, for Strether, in the very taste of the soup, in the goodness, as he was innocently pleased to think it, of the wine, in the pleasant coarse texture of the napkin and the crunch of the thick-crusted bread.

Bridget took her modest dinner, and then sat by the window, looking out over a lonely expanse of sand, towards a moonlit sea. To right and left were patches of pine wood, and odd little seaside villas, with fantastic turrets and balconies. A few figures passed nurses in white head dresses, and men in khaki. Bridget understood after talking to the little patronne, that the name of the place was Paris

They may have vaguely remembered she had once lived under High protection, but that, if anything, added to her prestige in their eyes. She was an English lady who for purposes of business and may be of la haute politique chose to live in Belgium. She was a kind mistress and a generous patronne.

While she could play all the time, and had often quite enough to eat, and always something, a piece of bread in the hand if no more, and La Patronne, Le Boss's wife, never too unkind, and sometimes even giving her a bit of ribbon for the Lady's neck when there was to be a special performance, why, who would have thought of running away? she had been with them so long, those others, and that time in France was so long ago, hundreds of years ago!

"You'll have to do; but I wish I wish you hadn't got that sort of doomed look. Good-bye, old girl!" At the foot of the stairs, in the open door of that room which was labeled "Bureau," where a bed and a birdcage and a smell of food kept company with the roll-top desk, stood the patronne, Madame Mardel. She moved a little forth into the passage as Annette approached. "Good morning, mademoiselle.

It was one of the girls Milly had known at Gagé's, the chief demoiselle of the pastry shop. And how was Madame Catteau, the patronne, and when did Jeanne come to America? The hat was forgotten while the two chattered half in French and half in English about Gagé's, Paris, and Chicago....

I never knew Madame late before." And now Betty began to watch the windows for the arrival of her chaperone; and four o'clock came, and five, but no Madame Gautier. She went out at last and asked to see the Patronne, and to her she explained in a French whose fluency out-ran its correctness, that a lady was to have called for her at three. It was now a quarter past five.

He was much interested in our visit and asked if we had seen "la patronne" said he knew her well, had often seen her on a market day at Valognes, sitting in her little cart in the midst of her cheeses and butter; said she was a brave femme.

She had shoes, but they were in the wagon; La Patronne took care of all the Sunday clothes, and there had been no chance to get at anything, even if she could have been hampered by such things as shoes, with the Lady to carry.

And yet it seemed, had it been that, she would have expressed herself differently. He went down and got into the elegantly appointed limousine and in a while, too short to solve his problem, was set down under the porte cochre of his patronne. He found her at the tea table, a stout but puissant figure in mauve and black. In the studio she had not bothered him.