Bartletts should be in markets this week, with Bosc and Comice pears coming soon.
A few days later Bosc returns to Paris and hears of her execution.
Bosc kept repeating, simply for the sake of pleasing the chums who were standing the dinner.
Bosc and Fontan had appeared profoundly indifferent during the course of this explanation.
The dinner was very merry, but Bosc suffered from the near neighborhood of the child, from whom he had to defend his plate.
The bean had fallen to the lot of Mme Lerat, who popped it into Bosc's glass.
