That would deserve to be called cowardice!' 'Sale Prussien! 'cre nom d'une pipe!' yelled Coco in a tone of disgust.
'Really!' exclaimed Giovanni, with some annoyance.

'Does the thing take me for an hereditary enemy, Madame ?' Madame Bernard rose with a little laugh and went to the parrot's perch, holding out her hand.
'Come, Coco!' she said, coaxing him.

'It is peace now, and we can go home to Paris again.' 'Paris' meant her bedroom in bird language; it also meant being bribed to be quiet with good things, and Coco strutted from his perch to her finger.
'Marche!' he commanded in a sharp tone, and as she moved he began to whistle the Marseillaise with great spirit.
She marched off, laughing and keeping step to the tune till she disappeared into her room, shutting the door behind her.

As it closed Giovanni caught Angela's left hand and drew it to him.

She laid her right on his, quietly and affectionately.
'Am I never to see you alone ?' he asked, almost in a whisper.
'When you come to say good-bye before starting,' Angela answered.