The entangled morsel remains where it lies, not despised, but unknown.

At nightfall the Epeira leaves her cabin, passes over the ruins of her web, finds the Dragon-fly and eats him on the spot, after which the net is renewed.
The Epeirae, who occupy a distant retreat by day, cannot do without a private wire that keeps them in permanent communication with the deserted web.

All of them have one, in point of fact, but only when age comes, age prone to rest and to long slumbers.

In their youth, the Epeirae, who are then very wide awake, know nothing of the art of telegraphy.

Besides, their web, a short-lived work whereof hardly a trace remains on the morrow, does not allow of this kind of industry.
It is no use going to the expense of a signalling-apparatus for a ruined snare wherein nothing can now be caught.