Poor Dolly, it was a lesson to her not to come unexpectedly.
'Madame will be distressed,' said Julie, coming forward, 'to receive Mademoiselle in such a confusion! The gentlemen all came; they brought music; they want coffee at every instant, or thé à l'Anglaise.'
As she spoke a little fat man came up to the table, and Julie darted back to her post.
Meanwhile the music went on.
'Petits, petits, petits oiseaux!
sang a tenor voice—
'Jolis, jolis, jolis, petits!'
sang a bass—
'Jolis, petits, chéris!'
sang the two together.