To-morrow an elegant lady of fashion, to-day a Cinderella, one as beautiful as a young goddess, the other as villainous as Macbeth's witches; there perfume, here the smell of onions.

C'est le meme chose! 'tis all one; such is the streakiness of life." Mr.Peter Bus did not like this speech at all.

"You would do better to ask yourself where you are going to lie to-night, for I am sure I should very much like to know." "Ah, ca, 'tis interessant.

Then is there no guest-chamber here ?" "There is, but it is already occupied." "C'est rien! We'll go halves.

If it is a man, he need not put himself out; if it is a dame, tant pis pour elle, so much the worse for her." "It is not as you think.