Oh, he jaws away, and then he crosses himself when he turns round to step over me and get to the inside of the bed." "Jove, it's sly," muttered Philippe.

"That's what happens before, but afterward, what then ?" She laughed merrily.
"Yes, just so, before and after! When I'm going to sleep I hear him jawing away again.

But the biggest bore of all is that we can't argue about anything now without his growing 'pi.' I've always been religious.
Yes, chaff as much as you like; that won't prevent me believing what I do believe! Only he's too much of a nuisance: he blubbers; he talks about remorse.

The day before yesterday, for instance, he had a regular fit of it after our usual row, and I wasn't the least bit reassured when all was over." But she broke off, crying out: "Just look at the Mignons arriving.

Dear me, they've brought the children! Oh, how those little chaps are dressed up!" The Mignons were in a landau of severe hue; there was something substantially luxurious about their turnout, suggesting rich retired tradespeople.