ladyship

Like so much of the Obama post-ideological scenario, the Harvard-educated Mom-in-Chief First Ladyship was flawed at the root.

If your ladyship doesn't really know, you had better ask Sir Rupert; he'll tell you it's all right.

"Perhaps your ladyship can persuade Lady Hartledon to exert herself," suggested the bland doctor.

Sir Alexander intimated that her ladyship might try it; graciously observing that it would do no harm.

Every body in the house despised her; her ladyship insulted her; the very kitching gals scorned and flouted her.

He was so polite, that he wanted to mount the stairs with her ladyship; but no, she would not suffer it.