Near the fire, with his elbows on the table and his nose in his plate, Bouteloup, a broad stout placid man, still young for thirty-five, was finishing the remains of his boiled beef, while standing in front of him, little Achille, Philoméne's first-born, who was already in his third year, was looking at him in the silent, supplicating way of a gluttonous animal.
Pres du feu, les deux coudes sur la table, le nez enfoncé dans son assiette, Bouteloup, jeune encore pour ses trente-cinq ans, achevait un restant de bouilli, avec sa carrure épaisse de gros garçon placide; tandis que, debout contre lui, le petit Achille, le premier-né de Philomene, qui entrait dans ses trois ans déja, le regardait de l'air suppliant et muet d'une bete gourmande.