doyenne

Our "Doyenne," Countess Karolyi, was superb—also with magnificent jewels.

When I reached home I changed my dress and drove to the house of the "suffering" doyenne.

The doyenne stood by the door which led into the Throne Room through which she was to enter.

This one was a Doyenne du Comice, the most delicious kind of all.

She did not seem in the least surprised at seeing me alone; possibly the doyenne had written her own account of the headache.

There was no alternative, and the absence of the doyenne must explain itself as best it could.

The Pekinese lay around solaced by the arrival of their mistress and of their doyenne.

I had no idea what les manches de cour were, and, naturally, I went to the doyenne to find out.