“Il dit que le jument est bien beau.”
“Allons, mon ami, il est tard,” said the beauty, with a scornful toss of her head; “allons!”
“Encore un moment,” said Francis Ardry; “and when shall I see you again?”
“I scarcely know,” I replied: “I never saw a more splendid turn out.”
“Qu’est-ce qu’il dit?” said the lady again.
“Il dit que tout l’équipage est en assez bon goût.”
“Allons, c’est un ours,” said the lady; “le cheval même en a peur,” added she, as the mare reared up on high.
“Can you find nothing else to admire but the mare and the equipage?” said Francis Ardry, reproachfully, after he had with some difficulty brought the mare to order.
Lifting my hand, in which I held my stick, I took off my hat. “How beautiful!” said I, looking the lady full in the face.
“Comment?” said the lady, inquiringly.