At night, when the carriers passed under her windows in their carts singing the "Marjolaine," she awoke, and listened to the noise of the iron-bound wheels, which, as they gained the country road, was soon deadened by the soil. "They will be there to-morrow!" she said to herself.
Éjszaka, mikor a vásárra menők, nehéz szekereiken, elhaladtak ablakai alatt, a la Marjolaine-t énekelve: Emma fölébredt; és hosszasan hallgatva a vaskerekek zaját, mely, a hogy a kocsik a faluból kiértek, hirtelen elhalt: - Holnap már ott lesznek! - suttogott magában.