At night, when the carriers passed under her windows in their carts singing the "Marjolaine," she awoke, and listened to the noise of the iron-bound wheels, which, as they gained the country road, was soon deadened by the soil. "They will be there to-morrow!" she said to herself.
La nuit, quand les mareyeurs, dans leurs charrettes, passaient sous ses fenêtres en chantant la Marjolaine, elle s’éveillait, et écoutant le bruit des roues ferrées, qui, à la sortie du pays, s’amortissait vite sur la terre: -- Ils y seront demain! se disait-elle.