Coq. I think 'twas then.
Meg. An old one,—so you said.
Coq. About the Gringo, sir,——
Meg. What is her name?
Coq. Famette.
[Famette goes back to the women]
Meg. A figure too.
Coq. It's not so easy
To drop a white-skin——
Meg. Come, Famette! Come here.
[She turns and comes slowly]
Old? By the gods! Why did you lie to me?
Coq. My lord ... you like none past fourteen.
She's that
Half over.