Nov. Sleepiness! dulness, dulness. But the fierceness of mine she adored.
Plau. The brightness of my hair she liked.
Nov. Brightness! no the greasiness, I warrant! But the blackness and lustre of mine she admires.
Plau. The gentleness of my smile.
Nov. The subtilty of my leer.
Plau. The clearness of my complexion.
Nov. The redness of my lips.
Plau. The whiteness of my teeth.
Nov. My jaunty way of picking them.
Plau. The sweetness of my breath.