Pierre looked at his young master’s clothes, and arched his eyebrows; then, with a slight gesture, turned toward the car.
“When monsieur is ready, I will be, too,” he said.
“I’m ready now.”
“Ma foi!” But beyond this momentary expression of surprise, Pierre made no comment, and, in a few minutes, he announced his readiness to go.
George deposited his suit case in the car, and took his place beside him.
“Let ’er rip,” he said.
“What is rip?” asked Pierre. “My coat?”
“No, no,” laughed the other. “Allez vite—go fast.”
“Ma foi! I see—you speak such funny English. Ha, ha! Yes, we let her rip, which not means that I tear the machine to pieces.”
“Oh, no,” laughed George. “The car belongs to me, you know—bought it with my own cash. When that’s to be done, I’ll attend to it myself.”