Chantecler
[Looking at the Pheasant-hen, aside.] Her sumptuous court-dress sets her apart from the rest, and removes her far above.—My Hens are dowdies!
The Pheasant-hen
[To the Guinea-hen, excusing herself.] I return to my forest home to-night.
The Guinea-hen
[In excessive grief.] So soon—? [A shot in the distance.]
Patou
They are still after game.
The Guinea-hen
You must stay.
Chantecler
[Eagerly.] That’s it! Let us keep her a prisoner among us till to-morrow.
Pheasant-hen
But where can I spend the night?
Patou
[Indicating his kennel.] There, in my bachelor’s quarters.
Pheasant-hen
I ?—Sleep beneath a roof?
Patou
[Insisting.] Go in, I pray.