“O trorsyaim,” said he.
“That’s very well, indeed!” said Mrs. Potiphar, and they went out of the room. I joined them in the hall, and we ran on before Mr. P., but we soon heard some one speaking, and stopped.
“Monsieur, veut il prendre un commissionaire?”
“Kattery—vang—sank,” replied Mr. Potiphar, with great emphasis.
“Comment?” said the other.
“O tror—O tror—Oh! Polly—seeaim—seeaim!” returned Mr. P.
“You speak English,” said the commissionaire.
“Why! good God! do you?” asked Mr. P., with astonishment.
“I speaks every languages, sare,” replied the other, “and we will use the English, if you please. But Monsieur speaks très bien the French language.”
“Are you speaking English now?” asked Mr. Potiphar.