The mouth has become one of iron, the eyes are as fierce as fierce can be.

Some one, I remember, likened him to the great Napoleon, and the description is an exceedingly apt one.
"By the way," I said, as we took a peep into our second bottle of Perrier-Jouet, "there is a question I want to put to you.

Do you happen to be acquainted with a certain Mademoiselle Beaumarais ?" "I have known her for more years than she or I would care to remember," he answered.

"For a woman who has led the life she has, she wears uncommonly well.

A beautiful creature! The very finest shoulders in all Paris, and that is saying something." He blew a kiss off the tips of his fingers, and raised his glass in her honour.
"I drink to her in this noble wine, but I do not let her touch my money.
Oh no, _la belle Louise_ is a clever woman, a very clever woman, but money trickles through her fingers like water through a sieve.