There are so many designers at the time—Beer, Poiret was still an influence.
There is that old beggar Poiret, who goes without blacking altogether; he would sooner drink it than put it on his boots.
Poiret claimed that it was a spider, the teacher, thought it might be a caterpillar.
"I'm afraid Poiret came while we were out," said Clapart to his wife.
Well, young Poiret junior, you see,—all these gentlemen understand me.
Two days later, Poiret and Mlle. Michonneau were sitting together on a bench in the sun.
"I knew how it would end," remarked that lady, addressing Poiret.
Le supplément, qui constitue le tome IV, 1823, est de Poiret.
With the Germans driven back she thought now of the Poiret homestead.
"But the poor lady has had no dinner," said Poiret, with piteous entreaty.