The sun alone maintained its great tranquility.

It was descending towards the horizon, casting on the reddened trees and white thoroughfares immense sheets of pale light.
Penetrating freshness began to fall from the quivering sky.
Camille had ceased giving his arm to Therese.

He was chatting with Laurent, laughing at the jests, at the feats of strength of his friend, who leapt the ditches and raised huge stones above his head.

The young woman, on the other side of the road, advanced with her head bent forward, stooping down from time to time to gather an herb.

When she had fallen behind, she stopped and observed her sweetheart and husband in the distance.
"Heh! Aren't you hungry ?" shouted Camille at her.
"Yes," she replied.
"Then, come on!" said he.
Therese was not hungry; but felt tired and uneasy.