(They enter the Chalet)
You are as changing, child,—as men.
NINON
But are they? Is it true, I mean?
Who said it?
NINETTE
Sister Séraphine.
She was so pious and so good,
With such sad eyes beneath her hood,
And such poor little feet,—all bare!
Her name was Eugénie la Fère.
She used to tell us,—moonlight nights,—
When I was at the Carmelites.
NINON
Ah, then it must be right. And yet,
Suppose for once—suppose, Ninette—
NINETTE
But what?
NINON
Suppose it were not so?
Suppose there were true men, you know!
NINETTE
And then?
NINON
Why, if that could occur,
What kind of men should you prefer?
NINETTE
What looks, you mean?
NINON
Looks, voice and all.