The mayor, eager and respectful, followed her, making efforts to keep up with her without treading on her long train.

It was, "Excuse me, Madame la Princesse.

If Madame la Princesse will do me the honor to give me her hand, it is our turn to cross." They had just crossed.

Serge suddenly found himself facing his mother-in-law.

His face lit up, and he uttered a joyful exclamation.
Micheline raised her eyes, and following her husband's look, perceived her mother.