Chantecler
She loves a clock!
The Grey Hen
—always takes his airing at the same hour, like Kant.
Chantecler
Like what?
The Grey Hen
Like Kant.
Chantecler
Did one ever—! Out of my sight!
The Blackbird
Trot, Kant you?
[The Grey Hen hurries off.]
Chantecler
Here’s a pretty—Wherever did she learn that Kant—?
Patou
At the Guinea-hen’s.
Chantecler
That foolish old party of the crazy cries and the white-plastered beak?