I'm sorry--" "Phil!...

Bon dou! Phil come back alive!" in a tone of very great surprise.
And then very sternly-- "Tiens donc, you down there! You're not a ghost, are you ?" "Not a bit of a ghost, Uncle George.

I got home this evening.

I'm up at Jeanne Falla's party at Beaumanoir, and I've only just remembered that I haven't got a horse for to-morrow." "Aw, then--a horse for to-morrow! Yes--of course!" and he began to gurgle inside, though bits of it would come out--"A horse! Of course you want a horse! And who-- ?" "Can you let me have Black Boy--if you've got him yet ?" "I'll come down, mon gars.

Wait you one minute;" and very soon the door opened, and he dragged me in, gripping my hand as if it were a rudder in a gale, so that it ached for an hour after.
"And you're all safe and sound, mon gars?
--" "As safe and sound as Sercq, Uncle George.