At last, he had put on his blouse, taken his hat, fastened his spurs to his boots, and set out at full speed; and the whole of the way old Rouault, panting, was torn by anguish.
Enfin il avait passé sa blouse, pris son chapeau, accroché un éperon à son soulier et était parti ventre à terre; et, tout le long de la route, le père Rouault, haletant, se dévora d’angoisses.