puceau

Updated: May 16, 2025

I shouted, "Flûte, Mercure, allez! Je suis puceau!" Marcel was equal to this. "Et ta soeur?" he demanded as he disappeared down the staircase. He had put us meanwhile in the very chamber with the red curtains and the picture of Cupid and Psyche that Sitgreaves had described. Perhaps all the rooms were similarly decorated. I lounged on the bed while Sitgreaves sat on a chair and smoked....

Carl Van Vechten - The Merry-Go-Round