Agen

I had discovered Canele when living in Agen, South west France back in 1990 and have loved these wholly unique little cakes. .all chewy and slightly bitter.

Been thinking about my doorbell.. Michele 2006

I knew the step in a moment for M. d'Agen's, and something ominous in its ring brought me to my feet before he opened the door.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

And I saw in a flash what it would be to remain here, or in some such place; never to cross horse again, or breathe the free air of Heaven, never to hear the clink of sword against stirrup, or the rich tones of M. d'Agen's voice calling for his friend!

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

If I had been tempted of late to think M. de Rambouillet fickle, I had no reason to complain now; whether his attitude was due to M. d'Agen's representations, or to the reflection that without me the plans he had at heart must miscarry.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

M. d'Agen's travelling equipment lay about the apartment, but failed to give any but an untidy air to its roomy bareness.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

M. d'Agen's gloomy rage and the fiery gleam in Maignan's eye would have reminded me, had I been in any danger of forgetting the errand on which we were bound, and the need, exceeding all other needs, which compelled us to lose no moment that might be used.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

These proved to be M. d'Agen's two lackeys and the two varlets M. de Rambouillet had lent us.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

M. de Rambouillet's face reflected none of the gloom and despondency which M. d'Agen's exhibited in so marked a degree.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

At the same time, reading clearly in M. d'Agen's excited face and shining eyes that he longed to be alone with me, they took the hint, and presently left us together.

A Gentleman of France Stanley John Weyman 1891

"What Fourier's afternoon visit has to do with Mme. d'Agen's journey?" he retorted, "I'll tell you, my good Clyffurde.

The Bronze Eagle A Story of the Hundred Days Emmuska Orczy Orczy 1906