“When will you return to England, Sir Percy?” queried Chauvelin with good-natured sarcasm. “At the turn of the tide to-morrow eve, Monsieur,” replied Blakeney. “In company with Lady Blakeney?” “Certainly, sir... and yours if you will honour us with your company.”
The Elusive Pimpernel by Baroness Orczy
"Hey, babe, how about you stop trying to kill me and get on this polycule instead?"
*reads on*
HANG ON WOAH WOAH WOAH
“Passons, Monsieur... you are dying to say something further... I pray you proceed... your engaging countenance is becoming quite interesting in its seriousness.” “What I wish to say to you, Sir Percy, is in the nature of a proposed bargain.” “Indeed?... Monsieur, you are full of surprises... like a pretty woman.... And pray what are the terms of this proposed bargain?” “Your side of the bargain, Sir Percy, or mine? Which will you hear first?” “Oh yours, Monsieur... yours, I pray you.... Have I not said that you are like a pretty woman?... Place aux dames, sir! always!”
PERCY!!!
