The Englishman recounted to him his sufferings from the parrot, and what he had already done to come to terms with the actress.
"But milord," said Schaunard, "there is a sure way to rid yourself of this creature--parsley.

The chemists are unanimous in declaring that this culinary plant is prussic acid to such birds.

Chop up a little parsley, and shake it out of the window on Coco's cage, and the creature will die as certainly as if Pope Alexander VI had invited it to dinner." "I thought of that myself," said the Englishman, "but the beast is taken good care of.

The piano is surer." Schaunard looked at the other without catching his meaning at once.
"See here," resumed the Englishman, "the actress and her animal always sleep till twelve.

Follow my reasoning--" "Go on.