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"Fancies about me, Mr. Romayne?" Before he could answer, the dinner bell rang. Lord and Lady Loring entered the library together. Having additionally conciliated him by means of a glass of rare liqueur, Miss Notman, still feeling her grievance as acutely as ever, ventured to inquire, in the first place, if the gentlefolks upstairs had enjoyed their dinner.
"I like the solids; will trouble you for some of that cheese, sir, and don't let it taste of the knive. But what do they mean by setting the dessert on before the cloth is removed? And here comes tea and coffee may as well have some, I suppose it will be all the same price. And what's this?" eyeing a lot of liqueur glasses full of eau de vie. "Chasse-café, Monsieur," said the garçon.
"If I may," he answered. "I shall have to be off in a few minutes." A waiter paused before their table and offered a salver on which were several cups of coffee and liqueur glasses. Captain Granet leaned forward in his place and stretched out his hand to serve his companion.
Sir Purcell murmured hurriedly in Emilia's ear, "Have you considered what you've been saying?" "Yes, yes. It is only a journey," Emilia replied, in a like tone. "A journey!" "My father wishes it." "Your mother?" "Hush! I intend to make him take the Madre with me." She designated Mr. Pericles, who had poured into a small liqueur glass some green Chartreuse, smelling strong of pines.
Several minutes passed during which the man who had served at table entered with a tray on which were several small glasses evidently containing some choice liqueur. Finding his master fixed in one of his strange moods, he set the tray down and, pointing to one of the glasses, said: "That is for Mr. Van Broecklyn. It contains his usual quieting powder."
On this occasion, as before, when equipping himself for his first call on Archivarius Lindhorst, the student Anselmus put his pen-drawings and calligraphic masterpieces, his bars of Indian ink, and his well-pointed crow-pens, into his pockets; and was just turning to go out, when his eye lighted on the vial with the yellow liqueur, which he had received from Archivarius Lindhorst.
As a time-killer, there is no liqueur more potent, but, regarded in the light of subsequent occurrences, it would be hard to say exactly how far the cunning monkish decoction helped in determining his wayward actions. Undoubtedly, some fantastic influence carried him beyond those bounds of calm self-possession within which everyone who knew John Delancy Curtis would have expected to find him.
"Why, you haven't had a liqueur yet," cried Heineman. "No...but where can I meet you people later?" "Cafe de Rohan at five...opposite the Palais Royal." "You'll never find it." "Yes I will," said Andrews. "Palais Royal metro station," they shouted after him as he dashed out of the door. He hurried into the gardens. Many people sat on benches in the frail sunlight.
Bottles of cognac and liqueur passed from hand to hand, and seating back on their chairs, they were all absorbing their liqueur in repeated sips, holding at the corner of their mouths the long curved pipes ending in a meerschaum bowl, invariably daubed as if to seduce Hottentots. As soon as their glasses were empty, they refilled them with a gesture of resigned weariness.
Father Michael, a pleasant, fresh-faced, smiling man, perhaps of thirty-five, took me to the pantry, and gave me a glass of liqueur to stay me until dinner. We had some talk, or rather I should say he listened to my prattle indulgently enough, but with an abstracted air, like a spirit with a thing of clay.
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