The Pheasant-hen
Love a celebrated Cock? I am not such a very woman!
Chantecler
But—well—still—We might, however, Madam, take a little stroll together!
The Pheasant-hen
Yes, like two friends.
Chantecler
Two friends.
The Pheasant-hen
Two chickens.
Chantecler
Very old!
The Pheasant-hen
[Quickly.] No, no—not old! Very ugly!
Chantecler
[Quicker still.] Oh, no, not ugly! [Coming nearer to her.] Will you take a turn in the yard?—Accept my wing!
The Pheasant-hen
You shall show me the sights.
Chantecler
[Stopping before the Chickens’ drinking-trough.]This, of course, is hideous. It is a model drinking-trough on the siphon principle, made of galvanised iron. But everything excepting that is charming, noble, time and weather worn, from the hen-house roof to the stable door—