In the evening, quite stupefied, with his head full of some silly story related to his office, he crossed the Jardin des Plantes, and went to have a look at the bears, if he was not in too great a hurry. There he remained half an hour, leaning over the rails at the top of the pit, observing the animals clumsily swaying to and fro.
Le soir, abruti, la tête pleine de quelque sotte histoire contée à son bureau, il traversait le Jardin des Plantes et allait voir les ours, s'il n'était pas trop pressé.