La Fontaine. And write so well!
Rochefoucault. Is he a truffler?
La Fontaine. No, not he; but quite as innocent.
Rochefoucault. Something of the shepherd-dog, I suspect.
La Fontaine. Nor that neither; although he fain would make you believe it. Indeed he is very like one: pointed nose, pointed ears, apparently stiff, but readily yielding; long hair, particularly about the neck; noble tail over his back, three curls deep, exceedingly pleasant to stroke down again; straw-colour all above, white all below. He might take it ill if you looked for it; but so it is, upon my word: an ermeline might envy it.
Rochefoucault. What are his pursuits?
La Fontaine. As to pursuit and occupation, he is good for nothing. In fact, I like those dogs best ... and those men too.
Rochefoucault. Send Nanon then for a pair of silk stockings, and mount my carriage with me: it stops at the Louvre.