deserted, and yet have it a five-o'clock tea. So she chose the hour when
the old gardener is at his early potations.

CHANTECLER
What nonsense!

THE BLACKBIRD
Quite so.

PATOU
You needn't talk. You go to her teas.

CHANTECLER
He goes--?

THE BLACKBIRD
Yes, I am one of their ornaments.

PATOU
And I am not so sure but that some day--

CHANTECLER
What are you mumbling to your brass-studded collar?

PATOU
--some Hen may get you too to go!

CHANTECLER
Me?