Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 7, 2025
But two days later, while Rosalie was in the room, she said to her in a whisper: "This is Sunday. Zephyrin is here; ask him to come and see me." The maid hesitated, but Helene, who had heard, nodded to her in token of consent. The child spoke again: "Bring him; come both of you; I shall be so pleased." When Rosalie entered the sick-room with Zephyrin, she raised herself on her pillow.
Everything was quiet; so she turned back once more, and amused herself by taking up and replacing whatever came to her hand. Then suddenly the thought flashed across her mind that Zephyrin must still be with Rosalie. It was a relief to her; she was delighted at the idea of not being alone, and stepped in her slippers towards the kitchen.
His red ears seemed to stand out from his head, shorn to the very skin, and the whole of his diminutive barrel-like body expressed a spirit of banter. At last the confession came. "Of course I went to mass." "You are lying," Rosalie burst out violently. "I know you are lying; your nose is twitching. Oh, Zephyrin, you are going to the dogs you have left off going to church! Beware!"
Zephyrin and Rosalie had at once to quit the room. "I beg pardon mademoiselle and every one " stammered the little soldier, as he went away in bewilderment. This was one of Jeanne's last whims. She lapsed into a dull stupor, from which nothing could rouse her. She lay there in utter loneliness, unconscious even of her mother's presence.
I might have passed you in the street, and not even have said: 'God bless you. Oh! you've got a nice rig-out. You just look as if you had your sentry-box on your back; and they've cut your hair so short that folks might take you for the sexton's poodle. Good heavens! what a fright you are; what a fright!" Zephyrin, very indignant, now made up his mind to speak. "It's not my fault, that's sure!
The Franciscan historian for California, Father Zephyrin Englehardt, has written a book entitled The Holy Man of Santa Clara, in which not only the life of Padre Catalá is given, but the whole of the procedure necessary to convince the Church tribunal of his worth and sainthood. The matter is not yet settled. On the walls are some of the ancient paintings, one especially noteworthy.
She had already been some months in Paris, and under its influence was fast losing her country rust, though as yet she only knew three streets the Rue de Passy, the Rue Franklin, and the Rue Vineuse. Zephyrin, soldier though he was, remained quite a lubber. As Rosalie confided to her mistress, he became more of a blockhead every day. In the country he had been much sharper.
Then Zephyrin followed Rosalie; but there was no admission vouchsafed to him till she had relieved him of shako and sabre. She would have none of these in her kitchen; and so the sabre and shako were hidden away in a cupboard. Next she would make him sit down in the corner she had contrived near the window, and thenceforth he was not allowed to budge. "Sit still there!
It was a letter from Rosalie's aunt, introducing Zephyrin Lacour, who had fallen a victim to the conscription, "in spite of two masses having been said by his reverence." However, as Zephyrin was Rosalie's "intended" the aunt begged that madame would be so good as to allow the young folks to see each other on Sundays.
When Zephyrin raised his head, he watched Rosalie while she took some flour, minced some parsley, or salted and peppered some dish, his eyes betraying the while intense interest. Then, at long intervals, a few words would escape him: "By Jove! that does smell nice!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking