The Blue-stockings 21: Goodbye my dear Flora... Don’t forget..

The Blue-stockings 3: Goodbye, my dear, I am going to my editors’..

The Blue-stockings 4: Goodbye, Ophélia!... Don’t forget..

The Blue-stockings 16: Bichette... Come and tie my bowtie!..

The Blue-stockings 31: Follow my argument carefully, Eudoxie..

The Blue-stockings 19: Hell and damnation!... Hissed!..

The Blue-stockings 26: Oh pleasure of opium, how you enrapture me!..

The Blue-stockings 14: Devilish bawling child, go!..

The Blue-stockings 20: Oh woe!... to have dreamed... a husband

The Blue-stockings 18: Oh my idolised Victor... a poetic idea has come to me!..

The Blue-stockings 27: It's curious... many ideas come to me... that..

The Blue-stockings 11: Take that further away... impossible to work..

The Blue-stockings 5: I say, Bichette... What are you thinking of..

The Blue-stockings 25: The president shouting at the top of her voice: Ladies!ﾉ

The Blue-stockings 24: Since Virginie has obtained the seventh honourable mention..

The Blue-stockings 23: The artist has represented me at the moment when I am writing..

The Blue-stockings 12: To think that Arsinoé was not happy to be the sitter for her portrait..

On the Hill (Blue Sea)

Seize them all, my dear..

Seize them all, my dear..

NEWS 254: A DEPUTY'S NIGHTMARE. － Oh! my God! what is the matter dear? － I was dreaming that I was invalidated

Parliamentary Scenes 1: The electoral visit Until tomorrow, dear Mr.Filochard...besides, if I am not elected I will have as my consolation the fact that my candidature has brought me the pleasure of making your acquaintance!...－ Oh,Sir!...Oh,Sir!..

NEWS 101: － Oh!... my dear..., I'm frightened of those people there!... － So you should be, they're very vicious... they beat women and make blacks of them!..

NEWS 101: － Oh!... my dear..., I'm frightened of those people there!... － So you should be, they're very vicious... they beat women and make blacks of them!..

The Blue-stockings 10: So!... They haven't noticed my novel again today! now these journalists occupy themselves each morning with the Lièvres [Hares]... with the Perdreaux [Young Patridges]... with the Bécasses! [Snipes]... and they do not think of me... it is unthinkable!..