Lighten it; that's what I want.

Do you think I am a woman in a hairdresser's advertisement to sit all day looking at my hair?
I have to get my father's dinner.

Lighten it, Mr.Saintou; cut it off; that's what I want.' 'Mon Dieu, no!' Saintou again relapsed from the hairdresser into the man.

He too could have decision.

He leant against the next chair and set his lips very firmly together.