The Pheasant-hen
But you? What shall you do?
Patou
I shall do very well!
The Pheasant-hen
[Resigning herself.] I will stay then until to-morrow.
The Guinea-hen
[With piercing cries.] Ah! Ah! But to-morrow, my dear! to-morrow—
All
[In alarm.] What is it?
The Young Guinea-cock
To-morrow is my mother’s day!
The Guinea-hen
[Impetuously.] My dear, would you care to come to-morrow quite informally, and take a simple snail with us? The Peacock—
Chantecler
[Mounting the ladder, from whence he can inspect the scene.] Quiet, if you please! Evening has blown its smoke across the sky—[In a tone of command.] Is every one in his accustomed place?
The Guinea-hen
[Lower, to the Pheasant-hen.] The Peacock is coming. We shall hold our little gathering among the currant-bushes.
Chantecler
Are the turkeys on their roost?