Bonne-Biche was greatly agitated and said in a trembling voice:—
"Blondine! Blondine! do not ask for this most perfidious flower, which pierces all who touch it! Never speak to me of the Rose, Blondine. You cannot know what fatal danger this flower contains for you!"
The expression of Bonne-Biche was so stern and severe that Blondine dared not question her further.
The day passed away sadly enough. Bonne-Biche was unhappy and Beau-Minon very sad.
Early in the morning, Blondine ran to her window and the Parrot entered the moment she opened it.
"Well, my dear Blondine, did you notice the agitation of Bonne-Biche, when you mentioned the Rose? I promised you to point out the means by which you could obtain one of these charming flowers. Listen now to my counsel. You will leave this park and enter the forest. I will accompany you and I will conduct you to a garden where you will find the most beautiful Rose in the world!"
"But how is it possible for me to leave the park? Beau-Minon always accompanies me in my walks."
"Try to get rid of him," said the Parrot; "but if that is impossible, go in spite of him."
"If this Rose is at a distance, will not my absence be perceived?"
"It is about an hour's walk. Bonne-Biche has been careful to separate you as far as possible from the Rose in order that you might not find the means to escape from her power."