"Meaning me?"
"Meaning both of you," said Hermia. "Wait a moment."
She tuned her mandolin, and, neglecting the harmonica, in a moment drew forth some chords and then sang:
/*
"Sur le pont d'Avignon
L'on y danse, l'on y danse,
Sur le pont d'Avignon
L'on y danse tout en rond."
*/
And then, after a pause, with an elaborate curtsey to Clarissa:
/*
"Les beaux messieurs font comme ça
Et puis encore comme ça."
*/
"The Pont d'Avignon?" he laughed with delight. "Bravo, Yvonne!"
"Now perhaps you'll believe in me."
"I do. I will. Until the end of time," he cried. "Once more now, with the drum obbligato."
She obeyed and found it difficult because every time her elbows struck the drum her fingers flew from the mandolin. But she managed it at last, and in the end made shift to use the harmonica, too.