River nymph

Usage examples of nais.

In reply to your affectionate solicitude I must tell you that in that terrible moment Nais was marvellously calm and self-possessed.

The man who, on some glorious day, will render me happy is my Armand, my Rene, my Nais, three angels for whom I have hitherto lived--there can never be for me, I feel it deeply, another passion!

My husband and Nais gave a cry of admiration at the wonderful likeness they had before their eyes.

He, with Nais, were taking an inventory to prove the fidelity of the likeness --yes, it was really my attitude, really my eyes, really my mouth, really those two little dimples in my cheeks!

I was angry with Nais, and also with my husband, and felt much inclined to make him a scene, which he would certainly not have understood.

While I was reading the note, my husband, Lucas, Rene, and Nais had eagerly extracted me from my swathings, and then, in truth, I appeared no longer a saint, but a woman of the world.

In fact, he occupied himself much more with Nais than with me, cutting out silhouettes in black paper for her during nearly the whole evening.

But Nais, on the contrary, still under the spell of its marvels gave a lively recital of the scene, which showed how much her imagination was capable of being stirred.

With the character we have already seen in Nais, it may be said that no one was better fitted than she for the duties that devolved upon her by the abdication of her mother.

Seeing her change color, Sallenauve, Nais, and Madame Octave de Camps ran to her to know if she were ill.

While Nais struggles to get at me, making the passage from her cradle to my bed on all fours or with staggering steps, Armand climbs up with the agility of a monkey, and has his arms round me.

How could I leave to any one else the privilege and delight, as well as the responsibility, of blowing on the spoonful of soup which is too hot for my little Nais, my nursling of seven months ago, who still remembers my breast?

To mince a chop for Nais, who has just cut her last teeth, and mix the meat, cooked to a turn, with potatoes, is a work of patience, and there are times, indeed, when none but a mother could succeed in making an impatient child go through with its meal.

As the price of a few minutes in which I write you these half-dozen pages, I have had to let them cut pictures out of my novels, build castles with books, chessmen, or mother-of-pearl counters, and give Nais my silks and wools to arrange in her own fashion, which, I assure you, is so complicated, that she is entirely absorbed in it, and has not uttered a word.

I still have Nais and the baby--two restless little mortals--but I am quite as much a child as they are.