[He sighs deeply twice.]
MADAM. You have something on your mind.
FOX (sighing). Yes, dear madam,—I am thinking of your daughter.
MADAM. Then speak! Speak now, sir!—at once, sir!
FOX. I speak. O sweet Miss Crow, how beautiful your wings are!
MADAM (pleased). Do you hear that, daughter?
[Miss Crow nods, spreading her wings proudly.]
FOX. I speak again. How bright your eye, dear maid! How graceful your neck!
MADAM. Bend your neck, child! Now bend it well that he may better see your grace.
[Miss Crow bends neck twice.]