At least,” said Mlle. Gilberte, “you succeeded in delivering me from M. Costeclar.
Mlle. Guercia was a fascinating Carmen, and what is any Carmen if not fascinating?
I trust, however, that Mlle. Herminie will not forget her promised invitation to take tea with her.
Downstairs, it appeared, Mlle. Malo had instantly taken her measures.
This is hardly possible; he seldom writes, Mlle. Cuvier does his writing for him.
By daylight, decidedly, Mlle. Malo was less handsome than in the evening.
I did not insist, but I sent for my son's governess, Mlle. Soubise.
Mlle. Malo was looking hard at me, but I wouldn't let her see I knew it.
He was afraid—deadly afraid—not for Mlle. Celie, but for himself.
Mlle. Moriaz had arrived the evening previous at Cormeilles.