_] Oh but!--
PATOU
[_Quickly, showing his dish._] You know, it's my dinner you smell!
BRIFFAUT
It smells very unusually good.
CHANTECLER
[_Aside._] I don't like that way his nose has of twitching.
BRIFFAUT
[_Starting upon another story._] Fancy such an instance as the following--
THE BLACKBIRD
Holy Smoke! Here comes another!--Oh, I say, hire a hall!
[_A distant whistle is heard._]
CHANTECLER
[_Quickly._] You are whistled for!
BRIFFAUT
The deuce! Good evening! [_Disappears._]
PATOU
Good evening.
CHANTECLER
Gone, at last!
BLACKBIRD
[_Calling._] Briffaut!
CHANTECLER
Great Glory, what are you doing?
THE BLACKBIRD
[_Calling._] I have something to tell you!
BRIFFAUT
[_His head reappears above the wall._] Well--?
THE BLACKBIRD
Look out, Briffaut!
CHANTECLER
[_Low to the_ BLACKBIRD.] Do you make sport of our fears?
THE BLACKBIRD
You are losing something!
BRIFFAUT
What?
THE BLACKBIRD
Time!
BRIFFAUT
[_Disappearing with a snort of fury._] Wow!
SCENE SIXTH
CHANTECLER, THE BLACKBIRD, PATOU, THE PHEASANT-HEN
CHANTECLER
[_After a moment, to the_ BLACKBIRD _who from his cage, which he has
returned, can see off over the wall._] Is he gone?
THE BLACKBIRD
He is nearly out of sight!
CHANTECLER
[_Going toward_ PATOU'S _kennel._] Madam, come forth!
THE PHEASANT-HEN
[_Appearing at the threshold of the kennel.
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