And with what mastery she uttered her string of falsehoods! Her daughter, Madame Gorka, Madame Maitland, how quickly she included them all! That is why I do not like the theatre, where one finds the actress who employs that tone to utter her: 'Is the master not here ?'" He laughed aloud, then his thoughts, relieved of all anxiety, took a new course, and, using the word of German origin familiar to Cosmopolitans, to express an absurd action, he said: "I have made a pretty schlemylade, as Hafner would say, in relating to Florent Gorka's unexpected arrival.
It was just the same as telling him that Maitland was the Countess's lover.

That is a conversation at which I should like to assist, that which will take place between the two brothers-in-law.

Should I be very much surprised to learn that this unattached negro is the confidant of his great friend?
It is a subject to paint, which has never been well treated; the passionate friendships of a Tattet for a Musset, of an Eckermann for a Goethe, of an Asselineau for a Beaudelaire, the total absorption of the admirer in the admired.

Florent found that the genius of the great painter had need of a fortune, and he gave him his sister.
Were he to find that that genius required a passion in order to develop still more, he would not object.

My word of honor! He glanced at the Countess just now with gratitude! Why not, after all?
Lincoln is a colorist of the highest order, although his desire to be with the tide has led him into too many imitations.