He wants us immediately." With a word and a sign to Toko, Ula glided away stealthily, with the cat-like tread of the native Polynesian woman, back to her hated husband.
Felix went out to the door and heliographed with his bright metal plate, turned on the Frenchman's hill, "What is it ?" In a moment the answer flashed back, word by word, "Come quick, if you want to hear.

Methuselah is reciting!" A few seconds later Muriel emerged from her hut, and the two Europeans, closely followed, as always, by their inseparable Shadows, took the winding side-path that led through the jungle by a devious way, avoiding the front of Tu-Kila-Kila's temple, to the Frenchman's cottage.
They found M.Peyron very much excited, partly by Ula's news of Tu-Kila-Kila's attitude, but more still by Methuselah's agitated condition.

"The whole night through, my dear friends," he cried, seizing their hands, "that bird has been chattering, chattering, chattering.

_Oh, mon Dieu, quel oiseau!_ It seems as though the words heard yesterday from mademoiselle had struck some lost chord in the creature's memory.

But he is also very feeble.