A goodly number of bourgeois are "sauntering," as we say, here and there, turning over with their feet the extinct brands of the bonfire, going into raptures in front of the Pillar House, over the memory of the fine hangings of the day before, and to−day staring at the nails that secured them a last pleasure.
Bon nombre de bourgeois flânent, comme nous disons, çà et là, remuant du pied les tisons éteints du feu de joie, s’extasiant devant la Maison-aux-Piliers, au souvenir des belles tentures de la veille, et regardant aujourd’hui les clous, dernier plaisir.