With a bit of prompting from him, I do catch hints of “a Frenchwoman in cheap jasmine perfume, smoking a cigarette.”
Here was a man who could tell them something of the old Frenchwoman, at last!
She was a Frenchwoman, a beauty, and a little—a very little—of a coquette.
Were she a Frenchwoman she would have said, But, sir, you are droll.
You cannot understand that, my child, you who are not a Frenchwoman.
I own to you I could not understand a Frenchwoman sitting her horse in this fashion.
