The others, as a rule, do not show themselves until nightfall.

At some distance from the net they have a rough-and-ready retreat in the brambles, an ambush made of a few leaves held together by stretched threads.

It is here that, for the most part, they remain in the daytime, motionless and sunk in meditation.
But the shrill light that vexes them is the joy of the fields.

At such times the Locust hops more nimbly than ever, more gaily skims the Dragon-fly.

Besides, the limy web, despite the rents suffered during the night, is still in serviceable condition.