Ninon.
Très joli! Oh, Monsieur Rainbow, you is ze grand American lover.
Bluegrass.
You are the sweetest little maid upon this magnificent star of ours.
Ninon.
Charmant! Monsieur, you are ze Rainbow more sparkling zan ze wine-cup.
Bluegrass.
There is a wine finer than that of the grape to-night. Let this sparkling envelope of air be our distraction. See, Ninon, how it holds this globe like a cup star-jewelled, and proffered to our senses with all its myriad distilments of rapturous motions, varied colors, gladsome odors, and sweet sounds.
Ninon.
Monsieur Rainbow, we will drink from zat cup, and hunt ze buffalo in ze West. Magnifique!