NINON (_touching her cheek suspiciously_)
Has he a scar on this side?

NINETTE
Hush!
Some one is coming. No; a thrush:
I see it swinging there.

NINON
Go on.

NINETTE
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.