 Shall we dine? Dine! Shall we dine? Permit me to escort Your Majesty to the table where we dine ! [Goes to chair and escorts the imaginary king to the table.] Yours is the honor and mine, Lady Cecilie, my charming vis-a-vis. Mariana — Mariana — always...  Plays - Strana 185autor/autoři: Clyde Fitch - 1920Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Clyde Fitch - 1915 - 646 str.
...am I quite correct? Are there creases in my cravat ? I would not wish to make creases the fashion. BEAU. To your post. Bid the musicians play. [Bows...hot on these cold evenings. This is very good melon. BEAU. Duchess, I trust you are fond of ortolans stuffed with truffles. Brown — and glazed. My chef... | |
 | Helen Louise Cohen - 1922 - 392 str.
...cravat? I would not wish to make creases the fashion. MORTIMER. Mr. Brummell, sir, you are quite correct. BEAU. To your post. Bid the musicians play. [Bows...these cold evenings. This is very good melon. MORTIMER [iuho has been pretending to pass things]. Melon, sir. BEAU. Duchess, I trust you are fond of ortolans... | |
 | Helen Louise Cohen - 1922 - 398 str.
...Cecilie, my charming vis-a-vis. Mariana—Mariana—always nearest my heart—always. Mortimer—Mortimer! MORTIMER [who has been leaning against the wall with...trust you are fond of ortolans stuffed with truffles. Brown—and glazed. My chef—my chef— [Voice dies away.] MORTIMER. His chef! If only we had something... | |
 | HELEN LOUISE COHEN - 1922 - 392 str.
...Cecilie, my charming vis-a-vis. Mariana—Mariana—always nearest my heart—always. Mortimer—Mortimer! MORTIMER [who has been leaning against the wall with...trust you are fond of ortolans stuffed with truffles. Brown—and glazed. My chef—my chef— [Voice dies away.] MORTIMER. His chef! If only we had something... | |
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