The "sir" had stuck in Jacques's throat.
"Saracen has established himself, then?
Good! And the broncho ?" "Bien, a trifle only.

They laugh much in the kitchen--" "The hall, Brillon." "-- in the hall last night.

That hired man over there--" "That groom, Brillon." "-- that groom, he was a fool, and fat.

He was the worst.

This morning he laugh at my broncho.