"
"That's because, with me for his master, he has had good reason to
laugh," remarked Jean Jacques, who had come at last to take a despondent
view of himself.
"That's bosh," rejoined Mme. Glozel; "I've seen several people odder than
you."
She went over to the cage eagerly, and was about to take it away.
"Excuse me," interposed Jean Jacques, "I will carry the cage to the
house. Then you will go in with the bird, and I'll wait outside and see
if the little rascal sings."
"This minute?" asked madame.
"For sure, this very minute. Why should the poor lady wait? It's a
lonely time of day, this, the evening, when the long night's ahead."
A moment later the two were walking along the street to the door of Mme.
Popincourt's lodgings, and people turned to look at the pair, one
carrying something covered with a white cloth, evidently a savoury dish
of some kind--the other with a cage in which a handsome canary hopped
about, well pleased with the world.
At Mme. Popincourt's door Mme. Glozel took the cage and went upstairs.
Jean Jacques, left behind, paced backwards and forwards in front of the
house waiting and looking up, for Mme.
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