I'll fix this--Frenchman ?'" "Don't swear, George," remonstrated the driver's better half.
"I'm not swearin'.

Ain't I tellin' you what he said ?" The point was waived.
"And the lady's name was Hermione, was it?
It's a pretty name." "You haven't got it quite right.

It was more like the way I said it." And, indeed, the correction was justified, since it is a regrettable fact that the taxi-cab driver's wife made "Hermione" rhyme with "bone," and laid no stress on the second syllable.

Strong in her superior knowledge, for she was an omnivorous reader of fiction--and Greek names were fashionable last November--she passed that point also.
"Well ?" she demanded breathlessly.
"Ha, ha!" The narrator laughed joyfully.

"The Dago Count went for Curtis as if he was on to a sure thing, but before you could say 'knife' he was on his back on the sidewalk.