To spare him this embarrassment was my best, indeed my sole use.
I had but to utter the idol's name, and love's tender litany would flow out.

I had just found a fitting phrase, "You know that Miss Fanshawe is gone on a tour with the Cholmondeleys," and was opening my lips to speak to it, when he scattered my plans by introducing another theme.
"The first thing this morning," said he, putting his sentiment in his pocket, turning from the moon, and sitting down, "I went to the Rue Fossette, and told the cuisiniere that you were safe and in good hands.
Do you know that I actually found that she had not yet discovered your absence from the house: she thought you safe in the great dormitory.
With what care you must have been waited on!" "Oh! all that is very conceivable," said I."Goton could do nothing for me but bring me a little tisane and a crust of bread, and I had rejected both so often during the past week, that the good woman got tired of useless journeys from the dwelling-house kitchen to the school-dormitory, and only came once a day at noon to make my bed.

I believe, however, that she is a good-natured creature, and would have been delighted to cook me cotelettes de mouton, if I could have eaten them." "What did Madame Beck mean by leaving you alone ?" "Madame Beck could not foresee that I should fall ill." "Your nervous system bore a good share of the suffering ?" "I am not quite sure what my nervous system is, but I was dreadfully low-spirited." "Which disables me from helping you by pill or potion.

Medicine can give nobody good spirits.

My art halts at the threshold of Hypochondria: she just looks in and sees a chamber of torture, but can neither say nor do much.