millefleurs

There was another yell from the wall, followed by a profound hush as the noose was tightened round Marshal Millefleurs' neck.

Madame de Millefleurs' horses must by this time be half-frozen, and her coachman be out of all patience, and I must be going.

Female Exquisite: "Quite a nice ball at Mrs. Millefleurs', wasn't it?"

And it was quite certain that nobody would ever be unhappy with Millefleurs.

It was a new sphere for the mental vivacity and curiosity of Millefleurs.