Andrews took the bowl in his two hands and drank some of the scalding broth.
“It's too hot,” he said, leaning back against the girl's arm.
The parrot squawked out a sentence that Andrews did not understand.
Andrews heard the old man's voice answer from somewhere behind him:
“Nom de Dieu!”
The parrot squawked again.
Rosaline laughed.
“It's the old man who taught him that,” she said. “Poor Coco, he doesn't know what he's saying.”
“What does he say?” asked Andrews.
“'Les bourgeois a la lanterne, nom de dieu!' It's from a song,” said Rosaline. “Oh, qu'il est malin, ce Coco!”