SCENE IX.

ROSALIE, VICTOIRE, FANCHETTE.

ROSALIE, looking at Fanchette.

Priceless!

V I C T O I R E.

Come closer, my pet, come closer.

F A N C H E T T E.

Madame...

V I C T O I R E.

He is right; she is pretty.

F A N C H E T T E.

Madame...

V I C T O I R E.

What is your name?

F A N C H E T T E.

Fanchette, at your service.

V I C T O I R E.

Air: Sing, little Colin.

But just look at her;
Do you know that she is divine?
A certain roguish air,
Everything about her is charming and cute.

R O S A L I E.

She has a fine waist,
And even I imagine...

V I C T O I R E.

She is better than the rest,
It is delicious;
He has good eyes.

R O S A L I E.

She is much better than the little debutante.