Seen by transmitted light the wing-cover is of a very pale reddish colour, excepting two large adjacent spaces, one of which, the larger and anterior, is triangular in shape, while the other, the smaller and posterior, is oval.  Each space is surrounded by a strong nervure and goffered by slight wrinkles or depressions.  These two spaces represent the mirror of the locust tribe; they constitute the sonorous area.  The substance of the wing-cover is finer here than elsewhere, and shows traces of iridescent though somewhat smoky colour.

These are parts of an admirable instrument, greatly superior to that of the Decticus.  The five hundred prisms of the bow biting upon the ridges of the wing-cover opposed to it set all four tympanums vibrating at once; the lower pair by direct friction, the upper pair by the vibration of the wing-cover itself.  What a powerful sound results!  The Decticus, endowed with only one indifferent “mirror,” can be heard only at a few paces; the Cricket, the possessor of four vibratory areas, can be heard at a hundred yards.

The Cricket rivals the Cigale in loudness, but his note has not the displeasing, raucous quality of the latter.  Better still:  he has the gift of expression, for he can sing loud or soft.  The wing-covers, as we have seen, are prolonged in a deep fold over each flank.  These folds are the dampers, which, as they are pressed downwards or slightly raised, modify the intensity of the sound, and according to the extent of their contact with the soft abdomen now muffle the song to a mezza voce and now let it sound fortissimo.

Peace reigns in the cage until the warlike instinct of the mating period breaks out.  These duels between rivals are frequent and lively, but not very serious.  The two rivals rise up against one another, biting at one another’s heads—­these solid, fang-proof helmets—­roll each other over, pick themselves up, and separate.  The vanquished Cricket scuttles off as fast as he can; the victor insults him by a couple of triumphant and boastful chirps; then, moderating his tone, he tacks and veers about the desired one.

The lover proceeds to make himself smart.  Hooking one of his antennae towards him with one of his free claws, he takes it between his mandibles in order to curl it and moisten it with saliva.  With his long hind legs, spurred and laced with red, he stamps with impatience and kicks out at nothing.  Emotion renders him silent.  His wing-covers are nevertheless in rapid motion, but are no longer sounding, or at most emit but an unrhythmical rubbing sound.

Presumptuous declaration!  The female Cricket does not run to hide herself in the folds of her lettuce leaves; but she lifts the curtain a little, and looks out, and wishes to be seen:—­

  Et fugit ad salices, et se cupit ante videri.

She flies towards the brake, but hopes first to be perceived, said the poet of the delightful eclogue, two thousand years ago.  Sacred provocations of lovers, are they not in all ages the same?