The Pheasant-hen
It is I !
Chantecler
[Still from a distance.] Alone?
The Pheasant-hen
[With a significant look at the Blackbird.] Yes, alone.
The Blackbird
[Understanding.] I vanish—I am off to supper.
The Pheasant-hen
[Low to the Blackbird.] And so—?
The Blackbird
[Motioning her to be silent.] Keep it dark! [As he is leaving, by the right, in the manner of one giving an order to a waiter.] Earwigs for one!
The Pheasant-hen
[Low.] It is wiser, you think, not to tell him?
The Blackbird
[Before disappearing among the flower-pots.] Well, rather!
Scene Third
The Pheasant-hen, Chantecler.