When I have said my say, I'll have a drop more—just to wash the taste of Mr. Mirabel out of my mouth.
If he loves a girl in Paris, he will not marry your Mirabel.
In the conservatory the ever-amiable Mirabel had left his friends for a while in search of flowers for Cecilia.
Ay, Mirabel, you will do well enough, but what will become of your friend?
Mirabel could no longer resist the conclusion that Francine had told him the truth.
Ferdinand caught the triumphant tones of Mirabel on the staircase.
Dear Mr. Mirabel bursts into enthusiasm and makes a charming reply.
Mr. Mirabel, on his social side, is an irresistible companion.
Mirabel's manner—studiously cold and formal thus far—altered on a sudden.
She has left the dance, and is looking with marked attention at Emily and Mirabel.