German basin, to French

Usage examples of sarre.

Sarre pointed out anything which he considered might interest her and she asked questions--not as many as she would have wished, but she knew that he wanted to reach Groningen as quickly as possible and he was nice enough to slow down each time she exclaimed over something which caught her eye.

It had been a happy affair and she had enjoyed the long journey back to Groningen with Sarre.

He received them in an office on the top floor of an old house in the heart of Groningen and offered them a glass of sherry while he and Sarre discussed money.

Sarre was, after all, a very nice, kind man, and Alethea might be happier with him than she would have been with Nick, even though there was no love on either side.

Sarre seemed content to sit back and allow the conversation to flow back and forth, joining in in his pleasant calm voice from time to time, while Alethea was almost totally silent.

They drank a carafe of wine with their dinner, all there was to drink except beer, and Alethea declared it to be very nice although Sarre, tasting it, declared that the beer would have been more palatable.

The Jaguar ate up the miles, heading for Harwich and the night ferry, and Alethea, sitting beside Sarre, listening to his casual conversation, felt a surge of excitement.

Sarre, and turned to greet his partner Doctor Jaldert and his wife Hilde, a pleasant couple who at once bombarded Alethea with friendly questions.

It was later when Alethea had unpacked and shown Sarre his room that they fell to discussing the wedding and since he would have to return on the evening of the following day, the two of them left the older ladies over their coffee, and strolled down to the village, to make sure that the vicar had the time and the date right.

They went round the side of the church and up a narrow rutted lane winding away into the quiet country around the village, talking of nothing in particular, and Alethea felt how restful Sarre was to be with.

Alethea and Sarre went for a walk after tea, leaving Wien and to entertain her grandmother, and Alethea asked how the children were.

Sarre greeted him like an old friend, introduced Alethea who had a hand almost wrung off before Piet was led away by Mrs Bustle for a cooling draught of beer, and then took her to join the others.

Sarre had insisted on providing the champagne and Alethea, still feeling as though she were in a dream, drank two glasses of it before she quite knew what she was doing.

It was in a small, expensive shop that Alethea saw a musical box, a dainty little dancing lady, exquisitely dressed in eighteenth century costume, and when she remarked on its charm, Sarre took her inside, where they listened to its silvery, tinkling tune before he bought it for her.

Sarre, and she began a round of handshaking and trivial conversation, interrupted at last by Sarre declaring that if they were to reach home that evening, they would have to leave, so Alethea went round shaking hands once more and only as they reached the door saw that he had a basket with a lid in one hand.