Sylvester
“It was left to Edmund to apply the goad: ‘I want to go home!’ announced Edmund fretfully. ‘I want my Button! I’m not happy!’Sir Nugent started, and without further argument climbed back into the chariot. When he saw the size and style of the Poisson Rouge he was so indignant that had it not been for Ianthe, who said crossly that rather than go another yard she would sleep the night in a cowbyre, another altercation might have taken place. As she was handed tenderly down the steps, Madame Bonnet... came out to welcome her eccentric English guests, and fell into such instant raptures over the beauty of miladi and her enchanting little son that Ianthe was at once disposed to be very well pleased with the inn. Edmund, glowering upon Madame, showed a tendency to hide behind Phoebe, but when a puppy came frisking out of the inn his brow cleared magically, and he said: ‘I like this place!’Everyone but Sir Nugent liked the place. It was by no means luxurious, but it was clean, and had a homelike air.MoreLess
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