On the threshold of the modest dwelling there was shaking of hands and wishing good-night; and then all, some to the right, others to the left, returned to their villages.
"Good night, Materne, Jerôme, Divès, Piorette, good-night!" exclaimed Jean-Claude.
His old friends returned the salute, waving their hats, and they all said to themselves:
"There are still days when one is very happy to be in the world. Ah! if there were never either plagues, or wars, or famines—if men could agree together, love and help each other—if no unjust quarrels rose between them, the earth would be a real Paradise!"
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