Michette. Here we are. Come along, Flipotte. She is still somewhat shy.
Flipotte. Good evening, young gentleman.
Albin. Good evening, ladies.
Michette. The little one is a dear. (She sits on Albin's lap.)
Albin. But, François, please explain, are these respectable ladies?
Michette. What does he say?
François. No, that's not quite the word for the ladies who come here. Odds life, you are silly, Albin!
Host. What shall I bring for their Graces?
Michette. Bring me a very sweet wine.
François (pointing to Flipotte). A friend of yours?