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And with her slender fingers she raised the lid of the kettle, saying: "Go and ask Madame Maitland if she will take some tea this evening, and Fanny, too.... Ardea takes whiskey and the Baron mineral water.... You can ring for his glass of vichy.... There.... You have delayed me.... There are more callers and nothing is ready.... Ah," she cried, "it is Maud!" then, with surprise, "and her husband!"
Bodily he felt better, now that the vichy had been "killed"; mentally his temper became more vicious than ever as he thought of Dumont's blunted wit at his expense a wit with edge enough left to make a ragged, nasty wound.
And the sooner the better, for until the storm breaks my Vichy water won't 'go down," she concluded, since, in her mind, the desire to accelerate the digestion of her Vichy water was of infinitely greater importance than her fear of seeing Mme. Goupil's new dress ruined. "Very likely." "And you know that when it rains in the Square there's none too much shelter." Suddenly my aunt turned pale.
My stepfather, who was on the eve of his departure for Vichy, had just had a severe attack of liver-complaint, the first since his illness after our terrible conversation in the month of January. I know that I counted for nothing at least in any direct or positive way in this acute revival of his malady.
Convenient for crossing to the Continent too, when he took his yearly cure at Aix or at Vichy, or went south for a couple of months, as last winter for instance, to Cette, Montpelier and across, by Pau, to the Atlantic seaboard at St. Sebastian, Biarritz, and Bayonne. "When my father travels I go with him," Damaris said, raising her head and looking at the young man with proud, deliberate eyes.
"But I did write you, darling, before I left Vichy, and the letter must have gone astray," he said, "and then the moment I got Jack's letter I started and came to you. Don't cry, Bessie; it hurts me to see you feel so badly. Try and be quiet, and tell me all about it, and what Grey Jerrold and Jack did and said. They were both here, I understand, and both in love with you."
My devoted landlady is preparing a repast which millionaires would squander their fortunes for. Her sister happens to live in Devonshire. . . ." "So you were expecting me?" she cried, turning round and facing him. "I was," answered Vane. She laughed shortly. "Well what do you think of dyspepsia and Vichy?" "I've been trying not to think of him ever since lunch," he answered grimly.
"I wish Her Highness would go back to Aix-les-Bains, or to Vichy, or to Luchon. I'm tired of this wretched hole, where I know nobody," she complained presently. "I had quite sufficient of Italy when I was with the Duchess of Pandolfini. I did not know we were coming here, otherwise I should not have accepted the engagement, and yet well, the Princess is very kind and considerate."
"Let 'em put it in writing." "If they'll get it over quickly... Decide it at once." "Let 'em go to the devil. Phew! It's like boiling pitch." "Let them in." The chairman gave a sign with his head, annoyed. "Then bring me a Vichy, please. But it must be cold." The porter opened the door and called down the corridor: "Come in. They say you may."
A little circle quickly gathered round him, and he was inexhaustible in racy stories and whimsicalities. While he rattled on under cover of the others' laughter, he poured out a glass of seltzer-water and took from his pocket a little box on which was written, in large letters, "Vichy Salts." He shook the powder out into the glass and stirred it round with a spoon.
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