CHANTECLER
[_Walking about, with an assumption of gaiety._] Impressive, isn't he,
Briffaut there? with his look of a thoroughbred old Englishman!

PATOU
No, but I saw a pheasant.

BRIFFAUT
That was she!

PATOU
A pheasant-hen wears dun. This was a golden pheasant He went off towards
the meadow.

BRIFFAUT
It is she!

CHANTECLER
[_Going towards him, incredulous._] A pheasant-hen with golden plumage?

BRIFFAUT
Ah, you do not know what sometimes happens?

CHANTECLER _and_ PATOU
No.

THE BLACKBIRD
We are in for a hunting yarn!--Give me chloroform!