But Frou-frou is in no sense the true Femme Galante of her day.
But the real Femme Galante of to-day has been missed hitherto.
I hope the French will some day get a word for it, yet, instead of their dreadful 'femme.'
He died in 1820, at the town called Femme Osage, as you know.
She is a femme savante, though not of the odious blue-stocking variety.
I will say to her, 'Madame, there is an artiste who wishes to meet a femme du monde.'
He has known her such a little while, and he is conscious that she is not a femme facile.
I took the freedom to reply in the same lingo: Bienne, femme!
It was the corpse of Madame Sraphin, the notary's femme de charge.
The femme de chambre would have had her cheek at the keyhole, to catch what he might say.
