And a hook-nose, with, underneath, O! what a row of sparkling teeth !— Then he must fence, (ah, look, 'tis gone!) And dance like Monseigneur, and sing "Love was a Shepherd " :-everything That men do. Tell me yours, NINON. NINON. Shall I? Then mine has black, black hair,— I mean he should have; then an air Half-sad, half-noble; features thin; A little royale on the chin; And such a pale, high brow. And then, He is a prince of gentlemen ; He, too, can ride and fence, and write Sonnets and madrigals, yet fight No worse for that— NINETTE. I know your man. NINON. And I know yours. But you'll not tell, Swear it ! NINETTE. I swear upon this fan,— My Grandmother's! "GOOD NIGHT, BABETTE!" 'Si vieillesse pouvait !—' SCENE. A small neat Room. In a high Voltaire Chair sits a white-haired old Gentleman. MONSIEUR VIEUXBOIS. BABETTE. M. VIEUXBOIS (turning querulously.) Day of my life! Where can she get? BABETTE! I say! BABETTE!-Babette !! BABETTE (entering hurriedly.) Coming, M'sieu'! If M'sieu' speaks So loud, he wont be well for weeks! M. VIEUXBOIS. Where have you been? BABETTE. Why M'sieu' knows : April !... Ville-d'Avray !... Ma'amselle Rose ! M. VIEUXBOIS. Ah! I am old, and I forget. Was the place growing green, Babette? BABETTE. But of a greenness !—yes, M'sieu' ! And then the sky so blue !—so blue! You're a good girl, BABETTE, but she,— |