The Peacock
Ultimate! [Sensation.]
The Guinea-hen
[Delighted, to the Hens.] I may say that it is at my days most especially he throws off these specimens of a verbal art which might fairly be called—
The Peacock
Lapidary.
All the Hens
[Rolling up their eyes.] Wonderful!
A Hen
[Coming forward, faint with emotion.] Master, high priest of taste, what do you think of my dress? [Suspense.]
The Peacock
[After a glance.] Affirmative. [Sensation.]
The Tufted Hen
[Same business.] And my bonnet? [Suspense.]
The Peacock
Absolute. [Sensation.]
The Guinea-hen
[In a burst of emotion.] Our bonnets are absolute!
The Pheasant-hen
[Affecting exclusive interest in the Bees.] Ah, there is the Choir Invisible striking up again!