Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 19, 2025
My dear Sylvestre, how can I thank you?" I seized my friend's hand and begged his forgiveness for my foolish haste of speech. He, too, was a little touched and overcome by the pleasure his surprise had given me. "Look here, Plumet," he said to the frame-maker, who had taken the sketch over to the light, and was studying it with a professional eye.
"She must have been pleased! The drawing was so pretty. Plumet, who is not much of a talker, is never tired of praising it. I tell you, he and I did not spare ourselves. He made a bit of a fuss before he would take the order; he was in a hurry such a hurry; but when he saw that I was bent on it he gave in. And it is not the first time he has given in. Plumet is a good soul, Monsieur Mouillard.
"Then, turning to Madame Plumet, who leaned motionless against the wall: "'Come, Madame, she said, 'we must go and choose a hat. And she closed the dressmaker's door behind her. "This, my friend, is the true account of what happened in the Rue Hautefeuille.
"Isn't he a little rogue!" she went on, and began to caress the waking baby. Meanwhile Sylvestre had been talking to Plumet at the other end of the room. "Out of the question," said the frame-maker; "we are up to our knees in arrears; twenty orders waiting." "I ask you to oblige me as a friend."
Father Gillenormand had seated himself, with a beaming countenance, beside Marius. As he listened to him and drank in the sound of his voice, he enjoyed at the same time a protracted pinch of snuff. At the words "Rue Plumet" he interrupted his inhalation and allowed the remainder of his snuff to fall upon his knees. "The Rue Plumet, the Rue Plumet, did you say? Let us see!
She showed us to the top of the stairs, did little Madame Plumet, pleased at having won over her husband, at having shown herself so cunning, and at being employed in a conspiracy of love. In the street Lampron shook me by the hand. "Good-by, my friend," he said; "happy men don't need company.
The little dressmaker told me that she was engaged to M. Plumet, frame-maker. She told her tale very clearly; a little money put by, you see, out of ten years' wages; one may be careful and yet be taken in; and, alas! all has been lent to a cousin in the cabinetmaking trade, who wanted to set up shop; and now he refuses to pay up. The dowry is in danger, and the marriage in suspense.
"Not quite so well, poor darling, since I weaned him. I had to wean him, Monsieur Mouillard, because I have gone back to my old trade." "Dressmaking?" "Yes, on my own account this time. I have taken the flat opposite to ours, on the same floor. Plumet makes frames, while I make gowns. I have already three workgirls, and enough customers to give me a start.
Madame Olivier told the Baron that she had gone to his wife's house, thinking that she would find him there. "Poor thing! I should never have expected her to be so sharp as she was this morning," thought Hulot, recalling Lisbeth's behavior as he made his way from the Rue Vanneau to the Rue Plumet.
"What, Monsieur Lampron, do you know Monsieur Mouillard?" "As you apparently do, too, Madame Plumet." "Oh, yes! I know him well; he won my action, you know." "Ah, to be sure-against the cabinet-maker. Is your husband in?" "Yes, sir, in the workshop. Plumet!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking