He was becoming quite nice again ever since he had had nothing but tisane to drink.

She ended by venturing to speak to him about his violent attack, surprised at hearing him reason like in the good old times.
"Ah, yes," said he, joking at his own expense; "I talked a precious lot of nonsense! Just fancy, I saw rats and ran about on all fours to put a grain of salt under their tails.

And you, you called to me, men were trying to kill you.

In short, all sorts of stupid things, ghosts in broad daylight.

Oh! I remember it well, my noodle's still solid.
Now it's over, I dream a bit when I'm asleep.