The result of these cogitations was to make George very irritable indeed; and Pierre’s next words added fuel to his feelings.
“Yes, saire, he say, ‘Keep away—I no want you here;’ and you go with that man, Monsieur George? Ma foi—pouf! What will monsieur the Colonel say?”
George, suit case in hand, had stepped to the ground.
“Cut it out, Pierre,” he exclaimed, angrily. “You have the worst nerve I ever heard of.”
“HIS EYES SNAPPED FIERCELY”
“I understand monsieur the Colonel’s English; but not yours, sometimes,” returned the chauffeur, in withering accents.
“Well, you’ll understand it pretty fast when I get back home. Unless you learn your place a bit better, I’ll have you fired. Hello, Jack! Hello, Norman! Be with you in a moment.”
“Fired—fired! What you mean by fired?”
“Sent off—discharged, stupid.”