Ninon.
Dear Major, save ze Eagle!
Bluegrass.
Fear not; we’ll always share ze Eagle between us.
Ninon.
Ze grand Major will not share ze Eagle,—cut ze fedders off?
Bluegrass.
Never, my child of innocence, never! We’ll have one sparkling hearthstone, one sprightly boudoir, one full panoplied Eagle.
Ninon.
Oui, oui, très joli! charmant!