Belle-bouche laughed.
"A child's song," she said.
"Pray what!"
"'Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home.'"
"A most exquisite air," sighed Jacques; "please commence again."
"But I have finished."
"Then something else, my dearest Miss Belle-bouche; see how unfortunate I am—pray pardon me."
"Willingly," said Belle-bouche, smiling with a roseate blush.
"I always fancy myself in Arcady when I am near you," he said tenderly.
"Why? because you find me very idle?"