My respects to you, Mme. Widow-of-everyone!, p. 91

Isn't the moustache comb that Corneille found this morning in the bedroom for me, Mom?

Corporal and Shirt-Maker of the Gentleman

The Night, Memories of Grimsel

We'll Civilize These Fellows

Mother, is this that fop from this morning . . .

A Castle in Spain

"Thank you! This gentleman is inviting me to go hunting..."

"Does the gentleman want crepes?"

Chantons un Air Napolitain

"Mother: "Is it polite for him to suck on his sweet?"

Woman in a Corset

Mademoiselle sings; we will have water.