Sans-Cravate; or, The Messengers; Little StreamsKock, Paul de
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Sans-Cravate; or, The Messengers; Little Streams
Kock, Paul de
French fiction -- Translations into English
few minutes the opener came into the box with a pretty little soup
tureen, a deep plate, and a spoon, which she offered me with a most
amiable smile.--'Madame shall have all she wants,' she says; 'they've
filled the tureen, so that madame can satisfy her craving.'--'You are a
thousand times too good,' says Oscar; 'but I hope that you will be
satisfied with me, too.'--With that, the woman bows to the ground, and
goes off, shutting the door behind her. No sooner were we alone, than
Oscar filled the plate for me, but kept the spoon and began to gulp down
all that was left in the tureen; as there was only one spoon, I had to
wait till he'd finished before I could eat my plateful; but the soup was
fine, I assure you. When we had finished, Oscar called the box opener
again, and gave her the tureen and plate and spoon.--'Would you believe
that my wife would eat it all!' he says. 'It's incredible what feats a
woman in her condition will perform!'--The opener said that she was
delighted that I had satisfied my craving, and off she went again with
the things we had given back to her. As soon as she was out of sight, my
lover says to me: 'Put on your hat and shawl, and be all ready to
go.'--Then he looked out in the corridor, but was flabbergasted to see
our box opener sitting there in her chair; she had given the things to a
lemonade boy to carry back to the stage. Oscar swore between his teeth,
but as he was one of the kind that's never embarrassed, he says: 'Wait
till the end of the next act.'--The act ended very soon; then he
motioned to me to get up, I took his arm, and we went out of the box. I
leaned on him as if it was very hard for me to walk. As we passed the
opener, Oscar says to her: 'What do you suppose it is now, madame? this
wife of mine insists on having an ice. Gad! what strange ideas Nature
has!'--'But, monsieur, you could just as well have had it brought to
your box.'--'True, but I think it won't do my wife any harm to have a
breath of air. Keep our seats for us, madame; is it a long
intermission?'--'Not very, monsieur.'--'Come, then, my dear love; let's
make haste, for I'm very much interested in the play, and I don't want
to lose a scene. Be sure and keep our box for us, madame.'--With that,
Oscar pulled me along, and we left the theatre, with not the slightest
desire to return. The box opener didn't even get the price of the
cricket she had pushed under my feet. And that's the only time my lover
ever treated me."
Mademoiselle Sophie's anecdote greatly amused the young dressmaking
apprentices. Mademoiselle Euphémie could not control her outbursts of
laughter, and the corpulent Julienne cried:
"But it would have been much more convenient for eating, if they'd had a
box with a salon. There must be plates and glasses in those boxes."
"They even have a kitchen at one side," said tall Laura, "with
everything you need to roast a joint."
"Oh! what fun it must be to see a play and turn the spit at the same
time!"
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