But as I had none but passing thoughts for any subject save Dora, I glanced at her, directly afterwards, and was thinking that I saw, in her prettily pettish manner, that she was not very much inclined to be particularly confidential
to her companion and protector, when a bell rang, which Mr.
My letter is private and confidential
, and for that reason I send it to you by a man who shares my most intimate counsels.
Picardie = province of France, north of Evreux; barrieres = gates at the edge of Paris, where local customs duties were collected; magazin = shop; fiacre = a kind of carriage; Douane = customs house; confidential
commissionaire = special messenger}
Mingott, who had summoned him for a confidential
interview, had congratulated him on his cleverness, and added impatiently: "Silly goose
The young man, flattered, sat down nearer to her with a coquettish smile, and engaged the smiling Julie in a confidential
conversation without at all noticing that his involuntary smile had stabbed the heart of Sonya, who blushed and smiled unnaturally.
I have a confidential
little bird," said she, showing very pretty airs of her head over the bit of work held high between her active fingers.
She returned the book without comment, after some questions, and I took it off to my room, where the confidential
friend of Cervantes cried himself to sleep.
I earnestly request you to lose no time in instituting the confidential
inquiries which you have volunteered to make.
Very infrequent tipsy men, swollen with the value of their opinions, engaged their companions in earnest and confidential
I asked her if she had observed, since then, signs of a confidential
understanding between you two.
They were telling each other, with a confidential
interchange of ideas, where they had been during the day.
here he put his face into mine with an important, confidential
air), 'she's not worth it
These were, however, reassured by his confidential
servant, Ivan, the old man with a scar, and a face almost as grey as his moustaches, who always sat at a table in the entrance hall--a hall hung with weapons.
clerk in the office of Harvey Maxwell, broker, allowed a look of mild interest and surprise to visit his usually expressionless countenance when his employer briskly entered at half past nine in company with his young lady stenographer.
About this time there drove up to an exceedingly snug and well- appointed house in Park Lane, a travelling chariot with a lozenge on the panels, a discontented female in a green veil and crimped curls on the rumble, and a large and confidential
man on the box.