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You win your battles, they say, upon beer and cordials: it is why you never can follow up a success. Je tiens cela du Marechal Prince B . Let that pass. One groans at your intolerable tristesse. La vie en Angleterre est comme un marais. It is a scandal to human nature. It blows fogs, foul vapours, joint-stiffnesses, agues, pestilences, over us here, yes, here!
They stared at the printed card tacked upon the entrance of the large patched-up house that served as Headquarters for the French Red Cross. "Tiens! c'est fermé," exclaimed Madame Talon, shaking the rough board door with all her meagre weight, "and I have walked eight kilometers to get a jupon, and with rheumatism, too." "Haven't you heard the news?" asked her companion with city-bred scorn. "Ah?
"I I do not know, monsieur." "Ah, mam'selle, you might be very sure that I would take good care of you!" "Mais ... monsieur"... "These gentlemen, I see, have been angling," said the old lady, addressing me very graciously. "Have you caught many fish?" "None at all, madame!" I replied, loudly. "Tiens! so many as that?" "Pardon, madame," I shouted at the top of my voice.
Jacqueline can take you to them. They will be glad to see you." "Tiens! that's true," said Jacqueline. "Dolly and Belle are yonder. You remember Isabelle Ray, who used to take dancing lessons with us."
"The Lajeunesse the Lajeunesse, the singer of all the world ah, why did she not say so then!" said the churl. "What would I not do for her! Money no, it is nothing, but the Lajeunesse, I myself would give my horse to hear her sing." "Tell her she can have M'sieu's horse," said the landlord, excitedly interposing. "Tiens, who the devil the horse is mine!
The first fire was dying down, but two others were burning briskly. The soldiers waited for the end of the bombardment, as they might have waited for the end of a thunderstorm. "Tiens here comes the shrapnel," exclaimed the Burgundian. And he slammed the door swiftly. A high, clear whistle cleaved the flame-lit sky, and about thirty small shrapnel shells burst beyond us.
She scarcely slept at all for three nights, and avoided seeing the people of the house, who were, she felt, beginning to take some steps. Deliverance only came on the third day. In the morning Stepan Trofimovitch returned to consciousness, recognised her, and held out his hand to her. She crossed herself hopefully. He wanted to look out of the window. "Tiens, un lac!" he said.
The continued mildness was alarming Miss Scrotton; an eagerness to make amends was in her eye. "Ah but did he, poor man!" Madame von Marwitz mused, rather irrelevantly, her eyes on her letter. "One hears now, not. But thank you, my Scrotton, you mean to be consoling. I have, however, no dread of the gutter. Tiens," she turned a page, "here is news indeed."
At last she understood what it was the janitor was saying.... The man looked at her with kindly concern. "Tiens!" he said, "isn't that strange? It happens again and again! People like madame come here quite quiet, quite brave; and then, though overjoyed at not finding the person they came to seek they suddenly shudder and turn pale; sometimes I have known them faint!"
"Tiens!" she cried suddenly, "what have you got there?" and she took the pink card out of Sylvia's hand. "Madame Cagliostra?" she repeated, musingly. "Now where did I hear that name? Yes, of course it was from our chambermaid! Cagliostra is a friend of hers, and, according to her, a marvellous person one from whom the devil keeps no secrets!
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