"Pardieu! if her teeth were decaying at twenty, that would be unfortunate!"
"But I mean that her teeth are very white and even; and her cheeks are rosy and fresh."
"I see! a simple, country beauty! she's probably just from the country."
"Oh, no! she doesn't look in the least like a peasant; she carries herself too easily for that."
"Well, I will see, I will examine her, I will run my eye over her. But I will wager—a toothpick—that your pretty neighbor is a mere ordinary beauty. Does she ever sit at her window?"
"Oh! better than that, monsieur: she leaves all her windows wide open, and from ours we can look right into her room; we can even see her little bed in the rear!"
"Ah! we can even see her bed? And she leaves her windows open?"
"I presume that she shuts them when she goes to bed. And she has curtains."
"Ah! Frontin, you knave, you have noticed all that! she has curtains! Parbleu! it would be a pretty state of things if she hadn't! Morals, Frontin, morals! However, I will take a look at this young woman whom you think pretty, and tell you if you know what you're talking about."
"Oh! I am sure that monsieur will agree with me."