There alighted from it, with some cloaks and wrappers, first the Frenchwoman whom I had seen in church, and secondly the pretty girl, the Frenchwoman with a defiant confidence, the pretty girl confused and hesitating.
"I am your maid, my Lady, at the present," said the Frenchwoman. "The message was for the attendant."
Pelet's house was kept and his kitchen managed by his mother, a real old Frenchwoman
; she had been handsome--at least she told me so, and I strove to believe her; she was now ugly, as only continental old women can be; perhaps, though, her style of dress made her look uglier than she really was.
Lord help me!" thought Levin, and he flew towards the old Frenchwoman with the gray ringlets, who was sitting on a bench.
Tiny bear has grown big now!" pursued the Frenchwoman, laughing, and she reminded him of his joke about the three young ladies whom he had compared to the three bears in the English nursery tale.
Esther was a Frenchwoman, who had lived with`Madame', as she called her mistress, for many years, and who rather tyrannized over the old lady, who could not get along without her.
During one of her play hours she wrote out the important document as well as she could, with some help from Esther as to certain legal terms, and when the good-natured Frenchwoman had signed her name, Amy felt relieved and laid it by to show Laurie, whom she wanted as a second witness.
They were alone in the hotel but for a fat Frenchwoman
of middle age, a Rabelaisian figure with a broad, obscene laugh.
This lady, I suppose, had our chair all to herself, and used to sit in it during those brief intervals when a young Frenchwoman
can be quiet enough to sit in a chair.
She is a hard, clever Frenchwoman
, who would like to amuse herself and enjoy her Paris, and she must be bored to death at passing all her time in the midst of stupid English people who mumble broken French at her.
It was said of her that she was a Frenchwoman
of good birth who, living with her mother, possessed a colossal fortune.
Before they reached the room from which the sounds of the clavichord came, the pretty, fair haired Frenchwoman
, Mademoiselle Bourienne, rushed out apparently beside herself with delight.