"Titine."
"What do you want?" she asked, looking at me.
"Is the child asleep?"
"What is that to you?"
"Please don't snap at me that way. I want to talk to you—in the yard alone."
"I know what you would say, and you needn't say it."
"No, you don't. I have something to tell you that I never told before. I am going away and I want to talk to you."
"Oh, going with your master? Poor fool, to fight against your own interest, but you can't help it—You are a piece of yellow property."
"So is gold," I declared.