"It is your master-piece and you enjoyed it."
"Yes, there were days when I enjoyed it too much, it made me sick; but when you would come and say: 'Jean, that isn't right; you are making a mistake;' dame! how angry you made me!"
"You lost your temper and almost told me to be off!"
"And you used to let me talk in those days. I would never have believed that, after being so patient with me for so many years, you would suddenly fly out at me without telling me why. By the way, what is there to be done to the wooden house?"
"There's a devil of a door that doesn't shut."
"The wood has warped, I suppose. When shall I come?"
"To-morrow. That's why you must come and sleep at my house; the weather's too bad for you to go back to Gargilesse."
"It is black enough to break one's neck, that's a fact. Look out where you step, you are almost in the ditch! But if it rained scythe-blades, I would go home to sleep to-night."
"Have you important business on hand?"
"Yes. I want to see young Emile Cardonnet, to whom I have something to say."