The first time I appeared in the maniacal costume I slunk from the stony stare of a gendarme, as I was about to ascend the Casino steps, and hid myself among the fishing-boats lower down on the beach.
Carlotta, however, was delighted and said that I looked pretty.

Now I have grown callous, seeing other fools similarly apparelled.

But a year ago, should I have dreamed it possible for me to strut about a fashionable _plage_ in white ducks, a pink shirt, and a yachting-cap?
I trow not.

They are signs of some sort of madness--whether that of a Jaques or a dingo dog matters very little.
Pasquale was the main cause of my taking Carlotta away from London.
He came far too frequently to the house, established far too great a familiarity with my little girl.

She quoted him far too readily.