mousseline

In a low chair beneath a red shaded standing lamp sat Ida, in a diaphanous evening dress of mousseline de soie, the ruddy light tinging her sweet childlike face, and glowing on her golden curls.

The robe was of mousseline de laine--a material which the manufacturers had not yet sent to the Paris markets; a delightful stuff which some months later was to have a wild success, a success which went further and lasted longer than most French fashions.

As we approached, the door flew open, and a little blonde woman stood in the opening, clad in some sort of light mousseline de soie, with a touch of fluffy pink chiffon at her neck and wrists.

Reine des mouettes Reine des mouettes, mon orpheline Je t'ai vue rose, je m'en souviens Sous les brumes mousselines De ton deuil ancien Rose d'aimer le baiser qui chagrine Tu te laissais accorder a mes mains Sous les brumes mousselines Voiles de nos liens Rougis, rougis mon baiser te devine Mouette prise aux nouds des grands chemins Reine des mouettes, mon orpheline Tu etais rose accordee a mes mains Rose sous les mousselines Et je m'en souviens.

He also had to shop around for the saucers in which to serve the Champagne sorbet, a dish presented after the creamy mousselines de volaille and before the saddle of venison (la selle de chevreuil poler Grand-Veneur).