Tant pis.
Toute Anglaise, et, par consequent, toute begueule qu'elle soit--elle fera mon affaire, ou je saurai pourquoi." Then, with a certain stern politeness (I suppose he thought I had not caught the drift of his previous uncivil mutterings), and in a jargon the most execrable that ever was heard, "Meess----, play you must: I am planted there." "What can I do for you, M.Paul Emanuel ?" I inquired: for M.Paul Emanuel it was, and in a state of no little excitement.
"Play you must.

I will not have you shrink, or frown, or make the prude.

I read your skull that night you came; I see your moyens: play you can; play you must." "But how, M.Paul?
What do you mean ?" "There is no time to be lost," he went on, now speaking in French; "and let us thrust to the wall all reluctance, all excuses, all minauderies.
You must take a part." "In the vaudeville ?" "In the vaudeville.

You have said it." I gasped, horror-struck.

_What_ did the little man mean?
"Listen!" he said.