But when he had set them to swinging, when he felt that cluster of bells moving under his hand, when he saw, for he did not hear it, the palpitating octave ascend and descend that sonorous scale, like a bird hopping from branch to branch; when the demon Music, that demon who shakes a sparkling bundle of strette, trills and arpeggios, had taken possession of the poor deaf man, he became happy once more, he forgot everything, and his heart expanding, made his face beam.
Mais quand il les eut mises en branle, quand il sentit cette grappe de cloches remuer sous sa main, quand il vit, car il ne l’entendait pas, l’octave palpitante monter et descendre sur cette échelle sonore comme un oiseau qui saute de branche en branche, quand le diable musique, ce démon qui secoue un trousseau étincelant de strettes, de trilles et d’arpèges, se fut emparé du pauvre sourd, alors il redevint heureux, il oublia tout, et son cœur qui se dilatait fit épanouir son visage.