corbeille

That inconsiderate wretch of a Marquis de Ferrier—to spoil such a corbeille as this!

Here's the consolation:—my father will be obliged to turn his corbeille into my trousseau when I am married!

With all the courtesy of his country, he offered to Lady Green the choicest in his little corbeille.

You could not have so doubted had you seen the trousseau and the corbeille, for you know, 'Le prsent fait oublier le futur.'