Patou
[Pointing to his bowl.] My poor dinner! Soup with seasonable vegetables.
Briffaut
[Hurriedly.] Have you seen a pheasant-hen go by?
Patou
[In astonishment, reflecting.] A pheasant-hen,—?
Chantecler
[Walking about, with an assumption of gaiety.] Impressive, isn’t he, Briffaut there? with his look of a thoroughbred old Englishman!
Patou
No, but I saw a pheasant.
Briffaut
That was she!
Patou
A pheasant-hen wears dun. This was a golden pheasant He went off towards the meadow.
Briffaut
It is she!
Chantecler
[Going towards him, incredulous.] A pheasant-hen with golden plumage?
Briffaut
Ah, you do not know what sometimes happens?