"There is only room for one," said he, "you must go first!" Up rose the basket; the fox heard a piteous mew, and no more.
"So much for the griffin's soup!" thought he.
He waited patiently for some time, when the griffiness, waving her claw from the window, said cheerfully, "All's right, my dear Reynard; my papa has finished his soup, and sleeps as sound as a rock! All the noise in the world would not wake him now, till he has slept off the boiled cat, which won't be these twelve hours.

Come and assist me in packing up the treasure; I should be sorry to leave a single diamond behind." "So should I," quoth the fox.

"Stay, I'll come round by the lower hole: why, the door's shut! pray, beautiful griffiness, open it to thy impatient adorer." "Alas, my father has hid the key! I never know where he places it.

You must come up by the basket; see, I will lower it for you." The fox was a little loth to trust himself in the same conveyance that had taken his mistress to be boiled; but the most cautious grow rash when money's to be gained, and avarice can trap even a fox.

So he put himself as comfortably as he could into the basket, and up he went in an instant.