Lady Fan. You may take that Night-gown, Madamoiselle; get out of the Room, Cornet; I can't endure you. This Wench, methinks, does look so unsufferably ugly.
Madam. Every ting look ugly, Matam, dat stand by your Latyship.
Lady Fan. No really, Madamoiselle, methinks you look mighty pretty.
Madam. Ah Matam! de Moon have no Eclat ven de Sun appear.
Lady Fan. O pretty Expression! Have you ever been in Love, Madamoiselle?
Madam. Ouy, Matame.
[Sighing.
Lady Fan. And were you belov'd again?
Madam. Non, Matame.