Cruzatte, Labiche, Drouillard—all the adventurers—sang as they traveled, gayer and more gay from day to day.
Labiche begins one of his plays with two servants at work in a salon.
He has been out of France for thirty-five years, and never heard of Labiche.
The plots assuredly would have extorted the admiration of Labiche himself, so complicated and ingenious are they.
Labiche poaching upon the fields of him who has written Solness, the Master-Builder!
In the same year Labiche, still doubtful about his true vocation, published a romance called La Cl des champs.
Is it any wonder that Dickens and Labiche have found no fit successors?
He strongly advised Labiche to publish a collected and revised edition of his works.
It is a symbol, nothing more nor less,—a symbol in a play by Labiche!
Never did Labiche or Meilhac make me laugh as I have laughed at the comical inscriptions on tombstones.