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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!..

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

Little ones! little ones! little ones!...come! come! come!...come to me, you Turkeys!

TRIVIAL THINGS 3: － Come! my young friend,shake me firmly by the hand...that's good. －(aside)Oh! there, there now! "The friendship of a strong man is a flail of the Gods"

TRIVIAL THINGS 3: － Come! my young friend,shake me firmly by the hand...that's good. －(aside)Oh! there, there now! "The friendship of a strong man is a flail of the Gods"

NEWS 392: － Oh! my poor missis Chaffarou, it's certainly all over with us... there's the comet arriving and the sun going away!..

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

PARLIAMENTARY IDYLLS 2: THE INDISCREET FAUNS: Come, Cholë come my sister; / amenable to my entreaties, / The virgin with the golden quiver has rid these glades./ Of fauns and Taschereaus./ Thus speaks Nisa. Laughing between the boughs / Two hidden Taschereaus turn upon those hips. /The ardour of their treacherous gaze. (Short-lived Poems by Count de Mantalembert.)

PASTORALS 22: －I tell you you've moved the boundary stone and you've moved it forward on to my field!... And I'm telling you I haven't... and I'll maintain in front of all the courts that it's due to my father, and even my grandfather, that my boundary's where it is!... Ah! but!..

PASTORALS 22: －I tell you you've moved the boundary stone and you've moved it forward on to my field!... And I'm telling you I haven't... and I'll maintain in front of all the courts that it's due to my father, and even my grandfather, that my boundary's where it is!... Ah! but!..

PASTORALS 22: －I tell you you've moved the boundary stone and you've moved it forward on to my field!... And I'm telling you I haven't... and I'll maintain in front of all the courts that it's due to my father, and even my grandfather, that my boundary's where it is!... Ah! but!..