m'sieur

"Bon jour, M'sieur" croaked he, laying his head a little on one side, and surveying me with one glittering eye.

I understand that M'sieur is all this time talking to me of his own business, while mine, là bas, is standing still!

M'sieur Lenoir said that--that he admired the color of my dress, and that blue became me more than lilac.

Pardon, M'sieur, eet is not 'Watteau,' and eet is not for sale!

"And that M'sieur will certainly have," said the landlord civilly.