The waggoner turned and looked eagerly up.
"Qu'avez-vous?" demanded the waggoner. "What's the matter?"
"Have you seen anyone jump out of window?" shouted Lenoir.
The waggoner responded tartly, for he fancied that his questioner was trying to chaff him.
"I've seen no one mad enough for that; in fact I've seen no one madder than you since I've been in this part of the country."
"Espèce de voyou!" cried the irritable Lenoir, "je te ficherais une danse si j'avais le temps pour t'apprendrs ce que c'est que la politesse. I'd dust your jacket for you if I had the time to teach you politeness."
"You're not likely to have time enough for that, as long as you live, espéce de pignouf."
"Idiot!"
"Imbécile!"
This interchange of compliments appeared to relieve the belligerent parties considerably.