And you! what are you staring at that chicken for, instead of basting it?
If you let it burn you shall go to bed without any supper.

If it is not provoking!" she continued, in a scolding tone, visiting her stewpans one after another, "everything is dried up; a fillet that was as tender as it could be will be scorched! This is the third time that I have diluted the gravy.

Catherine! bring me a dish.

Now, then, make haste." "One thing is certain," interrupted the artist, "that Gerfaut is making a fool of me.

I do not see what can have become of him.