The Pheasant-hen
Shall I be able to sleep, I wonder—
Patou
[Falling sound asleep.] A puppy’s tum—
The Pheasant-hen
[Indistinctly, overcome by slumber.] To sleep under a roof?—I with my gypsy tastes?
Chantecler
I am going in. [He disappears in the hen-house. He is heard saying in a dreamy voice.] It is time to shut my—my—
The Pheasant-hen
[In a last effort.]—gyp—sy—tastes.—[Her head nods and disappears among the straw.]
Chantecler
[His voice, sleepier and fainter.]—to shut my eyes—[Silence. He sleeps. Two green eyes are seen suddenly kindling at the top of the wall.]
The Cat
And to open mine! [Immediately two more yellow eyes shine forth from the darkness above the hay-cock.]
A Voice
And mine! [Two more yellow eyes on the wall.]
Another Voice
And mine! [Two more yellow eyes.]
Another Voice
And mine!