Comtesse

The king is impatient to see the comtesse, and I have promised that she will sup with him to-morrow evening in my apartment at Versailles.

‘Louise Victoria is a comtesse?’ murmured the major. […] You’ll agree, I think, Madame Dupont, that some young ladies are to be cherished, whether they’re comtesses or not?

“That is not fitting speech for a comtesse, not to mention highly unfashionable language for a young lady to use in mixed company.” […] “You have known many comtesses?” she asked, lowering her sword, sensing the threat from Gareth had passed . . . at least for now.