The dying woman continued to call her children, talking with each one, imagining that she was dressing them, fondling them, teaching them how to read:  “Come on!  Simon repeat:  A, B, C, D. You are not paying attention, listen—­D, D, D; do you hear me?  Now repeat—­”

Cimme exclaimed:  “Funny what people say when in that condition.”

Mme. Colombel then asked: 

“Wouldn’t it be better if we were to return to her?”

But Cimme dissuaded her from the idea: 

“What’s the use?  You can’t change anything.  We are just as comfortable here.”

Nobody insisted.  Mme. Cimme observed the two green birds called love-birds.  In a few words she praised this singular faithfulness and blamed the men for not imitating these animals.  Cimme began to laugh, looked at his wife and hummed in a teasing way:  “Tra-la-la, tra-la-la” as though to cast a good deal of doubt on his own, Cimme’s, faithfulness: 

Colombel was suffering from cramps and was rapping the floor with his cane.

The other cat, its tail pointing upright to the sky, now came in.

They sat down to luncheon at one o’clock.

As soon as he had tasted the wine, Colombel, for whom only the best of Bordeaux had been prescribed, called the servant back: 

“I say, my girl, is this the best stuff that you have in the cellar?”

“No, monsieur; there is some better wine, which was only brought out when you came.”

“Well, bring us three bottles of it.”

They tasted the wine and found it excellent, not because it was of a remarkable vintage, but because it had been in the cellar fifteen years.  Cimme declared: 

“That is regular invalid’s wine.”

Colombel, filled with an ardent desire to gain possession of this Bordeaux, once more questioned the girl: 

“How much of it is left?”

“Oh!  Almost all, monsieur; mamz’elle never touched it.  It’s in the bottom stack.”

Then he turned to his brother-in-law: 

“If you wish, Cimme, I would be willing to exchange something else for this wine; it suits my stomach marvellously.”

The chicken had now appeared with its regiment of young ones.  The two women were enjoying themselves throwing crumbs to them.

Joseph and the dog, who had eaten enough, were sent back to the garden.

Queen Hortense was still talking, but in a low, hushed voice, so that the words could no longer be distinguished.

When they had finished their coffee all went in to observe the condition of the sick woman.  She seemed calm.

They went outside again and seated themselves in a circle in the garden, in order to complete their digestion.

Suddenly the dog, who was carrying something in his mouth, began to run around the chairs at full speed.  The child was chasing him wildly.  Both disappeared into the house.