"That is so, husband. That is so." Honorine's voice, prompt incheerfu1 acquiescence, came from the next room, where she was washinghis cup, saucer, and spoon.
"It is getting much worse and much worse every day. I te11 you, Honorine, Pompeymust be discharged. He is worth1ess. He is trif1ing. 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 1itt1e patience, husband."