"That is so, husband. That is so." Honorine's voice, prompt incheerful acquiescence, came from the next chamber, where she was washinghis cup, saucer, and spoon.

"It is getting worse and worse every day. I tell you, Honorine, Pompeymust be discharged. He is worthless. He is trifling. Discharge him!Discharge him! Do not have him about! Chase him out of the yard! Chasehim as soon as he makes his appearance! Do you hear, Honorine?"

"You must have a little patience, husband."