"Granted, Herbert, granted," was the airy reply. "But you must take off that worried look. _Ca me rappelle la maison des singes.... Oh, terrible, terrible. Et le parfum_.... My dear Herbert, _il frappe l'orchestre_.... And now, suppose we resume our improvement of the working day." Except for the laboured breathing of Herbert, the remaining bolts were affixed in silence. "_Bien,_" said Berry. "_Maintenant le_ jack. I trust, Herbert, that you have a supple spine. _Voici. Tournez, mon ami, tournez.... Now, non, NONG!_ You bull-nosed idiot! _A gauche!_" "_A-a-ah! Oui, oui, Monsieur! A gauche, à gauche._" "All right," said Berry. "I said it first. It's my brain-wave.... That's right. Now pull back--_tirez_. _Bon_. Now shove it _ici, dans la bottine_.... And must you kneel upon the wing, Herbert? Must you? A-a-ah! Get off, you clumsy satyr!" A yell of protest from Herbert suggested that Berry's protest had been reinforced _vi et armis_. "_Non, non, Monsieur! Laissez-moi tranquil. Je ne fais quo ce que vous commandez...._" "Dog," said my brother-in-law, "you lie! Never mind. Pick up that wheel instead. _Prenez la roue, Herbert_.... _C'est bien. Alors, attachez-la ici._ Yes, I know it's heavy, but _ne montrez pas la langue_. _Respirez par le nez, man_. And don't stagger like that. It makes me feel tired.... So. Now, isn't that nice? Herbert, my Son, _void la fin de votre travail_." "_C'est tout, Monsieur?_" "_C'est tout, mon ami_. Should you wish to remember me in your prayers, _je suis le Comte Blowfly, du Rat Mort, Clacton-on-Sea_. Telegraphic address, Muckheap. And there's ten francs towards your next shave." "_Oh, Monsieur, c'est trop gentil. J'ai été heureux----_" "_Pas un mot_, Herbert. Believe me, it's cheap at the price. What's more, _je suis enchanté d'avoir fait votre connaissance_." "_A votre service, Monsieur._" "Itch Deen," said Berry. "Itch Deen. And if ever one of your bullocks bursts and you have to put in a new one, I only trust I shall be out of earshot. _Au revoir, mon ami. Ne faites-pas attention au monsieur avec le nez rouge dans l'auto. Il est grise._" The reverent look with which Herbert favoured me, as he returned to his oxen, I shall never forget. Clearly, to be in the arms of Dionysus by eleven o'clock in the morning was arguing at once an affluence and a discretion which were almost sacred. "Ah," said Berry, making his appearance, "you're awake, are you? I've just finished. Herbert's been watching me. Have you got the beer-opener there? It's--it's tiring work." "What is?" said I grimly. "Instructing?" "That's it," said my brother-in-law. "I explained as I went along. Herbert was most interested. A little dense, you know, but such a nice fellow. He thinks the world of you. Now, I think the beer-opener's in the left-hand----" "In you get," said I, starting the engine. "Philanthropy and beer don't go together."