Old Grandfather was there, hairy and bushy in appearance like some big Gascon shepherd, his two feet firmly planted as he sat, his stick between his legs, and with the usual slant of his right shoulder when he stooped to tap the ashes from his pipe against his shoe.
Le vieux grand-père, avec son air broussailleux de grand berger gascon, ses deux pieds lourdement posés devant lui, son bâton entre les jambes, inclinant l’épaule pour cogner sa pipe contre son soulier, était là.