"What on earth is that idiot talking about? He assumes a mysterious air. Frefred, I have an idea that you have some gallant attention in store for me—is it true, my adored one?"
"I can't tell you anything; you will see!"
This conversation was interrupted by Jéricourt's arrival. That gentleman seemed surprised at sight of Roncherolle; however, he manifested no annoyance, and saluted the party with a smile.
"Aha! Jéricourt doesn't keep us waiting to-day; that is magnificent!" cried Zizi; "but something extraordinary must have happened to him."
"Nothing has happened to me but the desire to be in your company as soon as possible, fair lady."
"Well! what did I say? that is extraordinary enough!"
While the literary man addressed a few words to the young actress, Saint-Arthur approached Roncherolle and whispered in his ear:
"I have thought of a delightful way to have my bird come in and speak, without being seen."
"Indeed! what is it?"
"A pie—you know, like those they have on the stage; it will be brought in and put on the table, and the parrot will be inside."