“By following me: your hour is come.”
“The devil,” said the great golfer, “could you not wait a little till I have finished this wheel?”
“Be it so! I have done hard work today and I have well earned a smoke.”
“In that case, master, sit down there on the causeuse. I have at your service some famous tobacco at seven petards the pound.”
“That’s good, faith; make haste.”
And Death lit his pipe and seated himself at the door on the elm trunk.
Laughing in his sleeve, the wheelwright of Coq returned to his work. At the end of a quarter of an hour Death called to him:
“Ho! faith, will you soon have finished?”
The wheelwright turned a deaf ear and went on planing, singing:
“Attendez-moi sur l’orme;
Vous m’attendrez longtemps.”