She did not notice how well he fitted in with everything about him; and he was so healthy that even three glasses of that cordial would have sent him reeling to bed.
As she passed into the dining-room, the words of the song followed her: "Qui va la! If you please, I own the mansion, And this is my grandfather's gun! Qui va la! Now you're a dead man, robber Ah, allez-vous-en! Va-t'-en!".