But that poor little wife never, to my knowledge, went to the Cafe
At the instant that the man fell a half dozen fierce plainsmen sprang into the room from where they had apparently been waiting for their cue in the street before the cafe. With cries of "Kill the unbeliever!" and "Down with the dog of a Christian!" they made straight for Tarzan.
The maddened horde within the cafe were now rushing out in pursuit of their quarry.
Bredin himself, the owner of the Parisian Cafe; and it was this circumstance which first gave Paul the opportunity of declaring the passion which was gnawing him with the fierce fury of a Bredin customer gnawing a tough steak against time during the rush hour.
There was an artist who dined at intervals at Bredin's Parisian Cafe, and, as the artistic temperament was too impatient to be suited by Jeanne's leisurely methods, it had fallen to Paul to wait upon him.
It isn't my fault that they are associated with nothing better at the decisive moment than the banal splendours of a gilded cafe and the bedlamite yells of carnival in the street.
I felt extremely embarrassed all at once, but became positively annoyed when I saw our Prax enter the cafe in a sort of mediaeval costume very much like what Faust wears in the third act.
With the prompt French instinct for the politics of the street, the man with the black moustache had already run across to a corner of the cafe
, sprung on one of the tables, and seizing a branch of chestnut to steady himself, shouted as Camille Desmoulins once shouted when he scattered the oak-leaves among the populace.
I leave you; I don't mean to be seen in cafes
, for one thing.
When they reached the Cafe
Themis he told his niece that he alone could manage Gigonnet in the matter they both had in view, and he made her wait in the hackney-coach and bide her time to come forward at the right moment.
They rose to leave the cafe
. Francis privately concluded that the maraschino punch offered the only discoverable explanation of what the Countess had said to him.
I have said that "to enter the Cafe
in the cul-de-sac Le Febvre was to enter the sanctum of a man of genius" - but then it was only the man of genius who could duly estimate the merits of the sanctum.
The object of their search sat in the most sheltered corner of the cafe
, with his coat on and the collar turned up.
He ordered a suit of clothes from the tailor and ate his meals in the best cafes
His lair was in the Grand Hotel and the gaudiest cafes
. There he might be seen jotting off a sketch with an air of some inspiration; and he was always affable, and one of the easiest of men to fall in talk withal.