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"Plait-il?" said the page, in the most equable tone, looking up in his face with the most unconscious innocence. "I wish to know, sir," retorted Everard, "the meaning of that which you said just now?" "Only a pouring out of the spirit, worthy sir," returned Kerneguy "a small skiff dispatched to Heaven on my own account, to keep company with your holy petition just now expressed."
I doubt, I had given thee the mass for love. But I'll broach a bottle of my old Medoc for thee: and few be the guests I would do that for." The cure went to his cupboard, and while he groped for the choice bottle, he muttered to himself, "At their old tricks again!" "Plait-il?" said Gerard. "I said nought. Ay, here 'tis." "Nay, your reverence.
This noble art consists in picking out some grave, serious man, who neither understands nor expects, raillery, and talking to him very quick, and inarticulate sounds; while the man, who thinks that he did not hear well; or attend sufficiently, says, 'Monsieur? or 'Plait-il'? a hundred times; which affords matter of much mirth to those ingenious gentlemen.
Urquhart talked too much, I thought." "My dear James," she was nettled "you really are " He looked up; the eyeglass hovered in his hand. "Plaît-il?" "Nothing. I only thought that you were hard to please." "Really? Because I think a man too vivacious?" Lancelot said to his porridge-bowl, over the spoon, "I think he's ripping." "You've hit it," said his father. "He'd rip up anybody."
"Ah, true," returned the young man, taking his seat at the rude naked table which bore their meal. "I had quite forgotten my appetite-mais ca viendra en mangent, n'est-ce pas?" and he looked at the young girl. "Plait-il, monsieur?" "Tais toi ma fille ce n'est pas a toi qu'on parle," gruffly remarked her father.
'Plait-il, say I. Doesn't he wheel and wyte on me in a sort of Alsatian French, turning all the P's into B's. I had much ado not to laugh in his face." "Being thyself unable to speak ten words of his language without a fault." "Well, all the world ought to speak French. What avail so many jargons except to put a frontier atwixt men's hearts?" "But what said he?"
This noble art consists in picking out some grave, serious man, who neither understands nor expects, raillery, and talking to him very quick, and inarticulate sounds; while the man, who thinks that he did not hear well; or attend sufficiently, says, 'Monsieur? or 'Plait-il'? a hundred times; which affords matter of much mirth to those ingenious gentlemen.
And Time has never halted, silly heart! neither has Death stood still!" ... "Plait-il?" the clear voice of the young girl asked. She thought he had made some response she could not distinctly hear. Mastering himself an instant, as the heart faltered back to its duty, and the color remounted to his lips, he answered her in French: "Pardon me!
The landlord, rubbing his hands, smirking and bowing, was anxious to know whether the Prince would take anything after his drive. As the Prince's attendant and friend, the lustre of his reception partially illuminated me. Lord Highgate waited until Mr. Taplow was out of the room; and then said to Florac, "Don't call me by my name here, please, Florac, I am here incog." "Plait-il?" asks Florac.
These details will sound very odd in English ears, but Belgium is not England, and its ways are not our ways. "Plait-il?" said I, for I thought I must have misunderstood, the message and invitation were so unusual; the same words were repeated.
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