"Liberty! libertas!" said Zizi; "all sorts of good wishes, monsieur!"
When Jéricourt had left the room, the young woman sprang to her feet and began to dance a sort of cachucha in front of the mirror, singing:
"Il est parti
Ce cher ami!
Ah! ça m'enchante!
J'en suis contente!
Traderi dera la la
Traderi deri! Biribi!"
"Faith!" said Roncherolle, "I must tell you frankly, my dear Monsieur Saint-Arthur, that Monsieur Jéricourt doesn't attract me at all, and that I ask you as a favor not to invite me to dine with him again!"
"Nor me; I won't dine with that ill-licked fellow any more; do you hear, my dear?"
"I hear.—But let's see the fourth way."
"Attention!—You must sing: 'When the bells of the village ring the hour of work, eh bon, bon, bon!' I have my glass full, I drink after your three bons, and I answer bon. You repeat eh bon bon bon three times; I answer bon every time, after drinking; and when I say bon the last time I must have finished my glass."
"Fichtre! that's rather complicated!"
"Not at all; it's simply a matter of emptying your glass in three swallows; you mustn't begin till after the eh bon bon bon, and you must finish it before you say the last bon.—Sing, fair Zizi."
"Here goes!