The sound of voices aroused me.
"…your silly eyes. Didn't you hear me say 'Non'? NONG, man, NONG! You'll strip the blinkin' thread…. Look here…."
"A-a-ah! Oui, oui, Monsieur. Je comprends, je comprends."
"You don't listen," said Berry severely. "That's what's the matter with you. Valuable car like this, too."
Jill buried her face in my sleeve and began to shake with laughter. "Alors, en avant, mon brave. Mettez y votre derrière. Oh, very hot, very hot."
"C'est bien ça, Monsieur?"
"Every time," said Berry. "Now the next…. D'abord avec les doigts…. That's enough, fathead. What's the brace done?"
"Mais, Monsieur——"
"Si vous disputez," said Berry gravely, "vous ne l'aurez pas seulement où le poulet a reçu la hache, mais je n'aurai pas de choix mais de vous demander de retourner à vos b-b-b-boeufs."
"Pardon, Monsieur."