Accordingly, he replied boldly: "I am a first rate one; if I only had a lung gone, long hair and a black coat, I should be famous as the sun in the heavens; and instead of asking me eight hundred francs to engrave my composition 'The Death of the Damsel,' you would come on your knees to offer me three thousand for it on a silver plate." The person whose address Schaunard took was an Englishman, named Birne.
The musician was first received by a servant in blue, who handed him over to a servant in green, who passed him on to a servant in black, who introduced him into a drawing room, where he found himself face to face with a Briton coiled up in an attitude which made him resemble Hamlet mediating on human nothingness.

Schaunard was about to explain the reason of his presence, when a sudden volley of shrill cries cut short his speech.

These horrid and ear piercing sounds proceeded from a parrot hung out on the balcony of the story below.
"Oh! That beast, that beast!" exclaimed the Englishman, with a bound on his arm chair, "it will kill me." Thereupon the bird began to repeat its vocabulary, much more extensive than that of ordinary Pollies; and Schaunard stood stupefied when he heard the animal, prompted by a female voice, reciting the speech of Theramenes with all the professional intonations.
This parrot was the favorite of an actress who was then a great favorite herself, and very much the rage--in her own boudoir.

She was one of those women who, no one knows why, was quoted at fancy prices on the 'Change of dissipation, and whose names are inscribed on the bills of fare of young noblemen's suppers, where they form the living dessert.

It gives a Christian standing now-a-days to be seen with one of these Pagans, who often have nothing of antiquity about them except their age.