But address yourself to the keeper of the seals; he has the right of entry at the Tuileries
, and can procure you audience at any hour of the day or night.
When I went to see him, he was still living in his little flat in the Rue de Rivoli, opposite the Tuileries
In the year 1800, toward the close of October, a foreigner, accompanied by a woman and a little girl, was standing for a long time in front of the palace of the Tuileries
, near the ruins of a house recently pulled down, at the point where in our day the wing begins which was intended to unite the chateau of Catherine de Medici with the Louvre of the Valois.
But the cream- coloured house (supposed to be modelled on the private hotels of the Parisian aristocracy) was there as a visible proof of her moral courage; and she throned in it, among pre-Revolutionary furniture and souvenirs of the Tuileries
of Louis Napoleon (where she had shone in her middle age), as placidly as if there were nothing peculiar in living above Thirty-fourth Street, or in having French windows that opened like doors instead of sashes that pushed up.
My husband, you know, has principles, and the first on the list is that the Tuileries
are dreadfully vulgar.
Its quay, broken or interrupted in many places, ran along the Seine, from the Tour de Billy to the Tour du Bois; that is to say, from the place where the granary stands to-day, to the present site of the Tuileries
From time to time he went to the Tuileries
to get his cue.
Then is it not," resumed the duke, "the Superintendent Emery, who gave his son, when he was married, three hundred thousand francs and a house, compared to which the Tuileries
are a heap of ruins and the Louvre a paltry building?
Bartholomew's Massacre, and they saw the slaughter that followed; later they saw the Reign of Terror, the carnage of the Revolution, the overthrow of a king, the coronation of two Napoleons, the christening of the young prince that lords it over a regiment of servants in the Tuileries
to-day--and they may possibly continue to stand there until they see the Napoleon dynasty swept away and the banners of a great republic floating above its ruins.
She was desperately in earnest with her study of art, and when Philip, passing in the Long Gallery a window that looked out on the Tuileries
, gay, sunny, and urbane, like a picture by Raffaelli, exclaimed:
No house, though it were the Tuileries
or the Escurial, is good for anything without a master.
We often walk in the Tuileries
Gardens, for they are lovely, though the antique Luxembourg Gardens suit me better.