Folly began to bring her in no more than her trade of embroidery in former days; for every wrinkle that came, a crown fled; winter became hard to her once more, wood became rare again in her brazier, and bread in her cupboard.
La folie commençait à ne pas lui rapporter plus que la doreloterie autrefois ; pour une ride qui venait, un écu s’en allait ; l’hiver lui redevenait dur, le bois se faisait derechef rare dans son cendrier et le pain dans sa huche.