My Home In The Field of Honor
H. had finished in no time.
"All I've got to do is to go home and wait until I am called for," he explained as we walked away at a brisk gait.
Like most country people when they come to town I had numerous errands to do, so we set off towards the _Bazar de l'Hotel de Ville_, renowned for its farming implements.
At the corner of the Rue des Archives we met Monsieur Gauthier on his way to his Museum.
"_Grave--tre's grave--la situation, Monsieur_," was all he could say.
"What would you advise us to do?"
"Well, to speak plainly, I should advise you to shut up the chat