"I don't know what 'Sapristie' means, mamma; but the Baron asked Madame
what she was doing here? and Madame said, 'And you, Chicot, you are no
more a General at Franco.'--Have I not translated rightly, Madame?"
"Oui, mon chou, mon ange. Yase, my angel, my cabbage, quite right.
Figure yourself, I have known my dear Chicot dis twenty years."
"Chicot is my name of baptism," says the Baron; "Baron Chicot de Punter
is my name."
"And being a General at Franco," says Jemmy, "means, I suppose, being a
French General?"
"Yes, I vas," said he, "General Baron de Punter--n'est 'a pas,
Amenaide?"
"Oh, yes!" said Madame Flicflac, and laughed; and I and Jemmy laughed
out of politeness: and a pretty laughing matter it was, as you shall
hear.
About this time my Jemmy became one of the Lady-Patronesses of that
admirable institution, "The Washerwoman's-Orphans' Home;" Lady de
Sudley was the great projector of it; and the manager and chaplain, the
excellent and Reverend Sidney Slopper. His salary, as chaplain, and that
of Doctor Leitch, the physician (both cousins of her ladyship's), drew
away five hundred pounds from the six subscribed to the Charity: and
Lady de Sudley thought a fete at Beulah Spa, with the aid of some of the
foreign princes who were in town last year, might bring a little more
money into its treasury.
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