At least,” said Mlle. Gilberte, “you succeeded in delivering me from M. Costeclar.
I have met a Mlle. Bines to whom I shall at once pay my addresses.
I trust, however, that Mlle. Herminie will not forget her promised invitation to take tea with her.
I had a dressing-room on the top floor which I shared with Mlle. Coblentz.
This is hardly possible; he seldom writes, Mlle. Cuvier does his writing for him.
This was Mlle. Bernhardt's third dbut, and she assumed the rle of Henriette.
I did not insist, but I sent for my son's governess, Mlle. Soubise.
That Mlle. Bernhardt should be insignificant does not much matter.
He was afraid—deadly afraid—not for Mlle. Celie, but for himself.
He bowed and led the way, and I followed him, accompanied by Mlle. Soubise.