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"The loriot," said he with a learned frown, "is a bird. If it is looked upon by one who has the yellow jaundice, the bird straightway dies, but the sick person becomes well instantly. 'Tis said that lovage is used, but I would be luctuous to hear of anybody using this lothir weed, for 'tis no pentepharmacon, but a mere simple and not worth a caspatory."
The silence, which had reigned for some moments, was interrupted by Mother Bunch's return. The latter, knowing that the interview between Dagobert, his wife, and Agricola, ought not have any importunate witness, knocked lightly at the door, and remained in the passage with Father Loriot. "Can we come in, Mme. Frances?" asked the sempstress. "Here is Father Loriot, bringing some wood."
Stopping me he said, with an air full of importance, that he thought he had seen a chap sneaking about the house like a spy, 'Well, what is that to you, Daddy Loriot? said I: 'are you afraid he will nose out the way to make the beautiful green, with which you are dyed up to the very elbows?" "But who could that man be, Agricola?" said Frances.
Your hands are frozen!" continued the smith, as he knelt down before Frances. Then, turning towards Mother Bunch: "Pray, make a little fire directly." "I thought of it, as soon as your father came in, Agricola, but there is no wood nor charcoal left." "Then pray borrow some of Father Loriot, my dear sister. He is too good a fellow to refuse. My poor mother trembles so she might fall ill."
The silence, which had reigned for some moments, was interrupted by Mother Bunch's return. The latter, knowing that the interview between Dagobert, his wife, and Agricola, ought not have any importunate witness, knocked lightly at the door, and remained in the passage with Father Loriot. "Can we come in, Mme. Frances?" asked the sempstress. "Here is Father Loriot, bringing some wood."
It must be confessed, however, that the excellent mother thought less of herself, than of the grief which her son must feel in thinking over her deplorable position. At this moment there was a knock at the door. "Who is there?" said Frances. "It is me Father Loriot." "Come in," said Dagobert's wife. The dyer, who also performed the functions of a porter, appeared at the door of the room.
"Yes, yes; come in, my good girl," said Agricola, whilst his father wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The door opened, and the worthy dyer appeared, with his hands and arms of an amaranthine color; on one side, he carried a basket of wood, and on the other some live coal in a shovel. "Good-evening to the company!" said Daddy Loriot. "Thank you for having thought of me, Mme. Frances.
"Oh! gracious heaven!" cried Mrs. Grivois, in an agony, whilst Father Loriot, withdrew his hand with precipitation; "I hope there is nothing poisonous in the dye that you have about you my dog is so delicate!" So saying, she carefully wiped the pug-nose, spotted with yellow. Father Loriot, not at all satisfied with this speech, when he had expected to receive some apology from Mrs.
"'Tis a question full of tenebrosity," remarked the other leaning back in his chair. "We poor scholars grow madarosis reflecting upon it. However, I may tell you that the bird is simous; yblent in the sunlight, but withal strenuous-eyed; its blood inclined to intumescence. However, I must be breviloquent, for I require an enneadecaterides to enumerate the true qualities of the loriot."
Then, placing the wood in a corner, and giving the shovel to Agricola, the worthy dyer, guessing from the sorrowful appearance of the different actors in this scene, that it would be impolite to prolong his visit, added: "You don't want anything else, Mme. Frances?" "No, thank you, Father Loriot."
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