Hugo must have heard just such yarns, and spun them on the pattern.

Upon my soul, it's excellent stuff.

You've lived, you two." Another night Ian Belward gave a dinner, at which were present an actress, a singer of some repute, the American journalist, and others.
Something that was said sent Gaston's mind to the House of Commons.
Presently he saw himself in a ridiculous picture: a buffalo dragging the Treasury Bench about the Chamber; as one conjures things in an absurd dream.

He laughed outright, at a moment when Mademoiselle Cerise was telling of a remarkable effect she produced one night in "Fedora," unpremeditated, inspired; and Mademoiselle Cerise, with smiling lips and eyes like daggers, called him a bear.

This brought him to him self, and he swam with the enjoyment.