“Mme. Boivin's voice was heard in the distance:
“'Are you ever coming? When you know that luncheon is ready!'
“We went toward the foot stove. If the garden was in the shade, the house, on the other hand, was in the blazing sun, and the sweating room in the Turkish bath is not as hot as was my friend's dining room.
“Three plates at the side of which were some half-washed forks, were placed on a table of yellow wood in the middle of which stood an earthenware dish containing boiled beef and potatoes. We began to eat.
“A large water bottle full of water lightly colored with wine attracted my attention. Boivin, embarrassed, said to his wife:
“'See here, my dear, just on a special occasion, are you not going to give us some plain wine?'
“She looked at him furiously.
“'So that you may both get tipsy, is that it, and stay here gabbing all day? A fig for your special occasion!'
“He said no more. After the stew she brought in another dish of potatoes cooked with bacon. When this dish was finished, still in silence, she announced:
“'That is all! Now get out!'