The Collaborative International Dictionary
Alphonsine \Al*phon"sine\ ([a^]l*f[o^]n"s[i^]n), a. Of or relating to Alphonso X., the Wise, King of Castile (1252-1284).
Alphonsine tables, astronomical tables prepared under the
patronage of Alphonso the Wise.
--Whewell.
Wikipedia
Alphonsine (pseudonyme for Jeanne Benoit) (1829 – 10 July 1883) was a 19th-century French actress. She made her theatrical debut at the Gymnase-Enfantin, entertainment venue formely located near the Passage de l'Opéra (Galerie du Baromètre, leading to the Salle Le Peletier) in the 9th arrondissement of Paris
She appeared at the Théâtre des Délassements-Comiques, Théâtre des Variétés and the Théâtre du Palais-Royal.
A widow of the painter Victor Margaine, she was buried at Père Lachaise Cemetery.
Usage examples of "alphonsine".
Aunt Alphonsine, covering her bosom with those arms which looked so preternaturally and rapaciously long in the tight sleeves that Frenchwomen always love, and fingering now and then the scar that crossed her oval face as if it were an amulet the touch of which inspired her to be righteous and malign.
It was not so easy to forgive Aunt Alphonsine, for her voice had been as sharp as it could be without being honestly angry, like bad wine instead of good vinegar, and had run indefatigably up the switchbacks on which the voices of Frenchwomen travel eternally.
It must have seemed very cruel to Alphonsine that she, with her smooth brown hair which she coiffed perfectly, her long white hands, and her slender body with its hour-glass waist, which had a strange air of having been filleted of all grossness, could never know the joy that could be obtained even by this black untidy girl.
She rejoiced that she had missed the family meal, for it was not easy to sit at the table with Grandmother and Cousin Tom and Aunt Alphonsine, unspoken comments on her position hanging from each face like stalactites.
She did not take her gaze from them until Aunt Alphonsine put up her hand to cover her scar.
The day after their meeting she had found Aunt Alphonsine all a dry frightened gibber, holding a whitefaced conference with Grandmother in the parlour, and they had asked her if she had known that Peacey had left Torque Hall that morning.
Parisian accent and, within less than two minutes, Mademoiselle Alphonsine emerged in person.
The lap dog somehow managed to distract my attention and twice I even reached out to touch it, but Lambert imperiously waved his hand, whereupon both Alphonsine and the lap dog vanished behind the screen.
Also, in the exalted state I was in that awful morning, both Lambert and Alphonsine appeared to me as saviors and liberators.
And, with all due respect, Mademoiselle Alphonsine is not a slut, just the contrary, and she came here not to see you but to pay a visit to my wife, with whom she is acquainted.
At one point, when Lambert went out to get a new bottle, Alphonsine played me some Spanish-sounding tune on her guitar and I could hardly control my tears.
But the second I was on my feet, Alphonsine skipped out from behind her screen.
Luckily, they brought the prince his dinner, which had been ordered beforehand somewhere in the vicinity by Lambert and Alphonsine from a remarkable French chef who was now unemployed and looking for a position in a club or an aristocratic household.
Prutkov to warn her not to believe what Alphonsine might tell her and to beware of Lambert.
In the meantime, Alphonsine was to do her best to detain us downstairs if we should come back too soon, using her imagination to keep us busy for as long as possible.