Your words, I assure you, admit of no doubt whatever.

And now, monsieur, if you will have mercy upon me, we will talk of other things.

I am so weary of this unfortunate Bardelys and his affairs.

He may be the fashion of Paris and at Court, but down here his very name befouls the air.

Mademoiselle," I said, turning to Roxalanne, "you promised me a lesson in the lore of flowers." "Come, then," said she, and, being an exceedingly wise child, she plunged straightway into the history of the shrubs about us.
Thus did we avert a storm that for a moment was very imminent.