Just now it is too early.

We will celebrate _l'entente cordiale_.

_Garcon_, a magnum of Pommery, _un neu frappe_! I know you will forgive the liberty," he said, smiling at Guy.

"This bottle is vowed.

Flossie has smiled for the first time for three evenings." She threw a paper fan at him, and sat down again by Guy.
"Do tell him the story you told me," she whispered in his ear.