Mme. Verdurin with whom she had taken luncheon that morning, she told us in a rapid voice, rolling her r ’s, with her Russian accent, softly at the back of her throat, as though they were not r ’s but l ’s. “Ah! You had luncheon with her this morning,” Cottard said to the Princess; but turned his eyes to myself, the purport of this remark being to show me on what intimate terms the Princess was with the Mistress. “You are indeed a faithful adherent!” “Yes, I love the little cirlcle, so intelligent, so agleeable, neverl spiteful, quite simple, not at all snobbish, and clevel to theirl fingle-tips.” “ Nom d’une pipe!