"I will explain this to you another day, Blondine. Now I can tell you no more, as I hear Bonne-Biche coming. But to convince you of the virtues of the Rose, entreat Bonne-Biche to give you one and see what she will say. To-morrow--to-morrow, Blondine!" The Parrot flew away, well content to have scattered in Blondine's heart the first seeds of discontent and ingratitude. The Parrot had scarcely disappeared when Bonne-Biche entered. She appeared greatly agitated. "With whom have you been talking, Blondine?" looking suspiciously towards the open window. "With no one, madam," said the princess. "I am certain I heard voices in conversation." "I must have been speaking to myself." Bonne-Biche made no reply. She was very sad and tears fell from her eyes. Blondine was also engaged in thought. The cunning words of the Parrot made her look upon the kindness of Bonne-Biche and Beau-Minon in a totally different light. In place of saying to herself that a hind which had the power to speak, to make wild beasts intelligent, to put an infant to sleep for seven years, to dedicate seven years to a tiresome and ignorant little girl, in short, a hind lodged and served like a queen, could be no ordinary criminal; in place of cherishing a sentiment of gratitude for all that Bonne-Biche had done for her, Blondine, alas! believed blindly in the Parrot, the unknown bird of whose character and veracity she had no proof. She did not remember that the Parrot could have no possible motive for risking its life to render her a service. Blondine believed it though, implicitly, because of the flattery which the Parrot had lavished upon her. She did not even recall with gratitude the sweet and happy existence which Bonne-Biche and Beau-Minon had secured to her. She resolved to follow implicitly the counsels of the Parrot. During the course of the day she said to Bonne-Biche:-- "Why, madam, do I not see among your flowers the most lovely and charming of all flowers--the fragrant Rose?" Bonne-Biche was greatly agitated and said in a trembling voice:-- "Blondine! Blondine! do not ask for this most perfidious flower, which pierces all who touch it! Never speak to me of the Rose, Blondine. You cannot know what fatal danger this flower contains for you!" The expression of Bonne-Biche was so stern and severe that Blondine dared not question her further. The day passed away sadly enough. Bonne-Biche was unhappy and Beau-Minon very sad. Early in the morning, Blondine ran to her window and the Parrot entered the moment she opened it. "Well, my dear Blondine, did you notice the agitation of Bonne-Biche, when you mentioned the Rose? I promised you to point out the means by which you could obtain one of these charming flowers. Listen now to my counsel. You will leave this park and enter the forest. I will accompany you and I will conduct you to a garden where you will find the most beautiful Rose in the world!"