"You examine my valuables, monsieur.

They are of three metals, gold, platinum, and silver.

This ring bears a scorpion, the sign under which I was born.
That with its two accoupled triangles, one pointing downward and the other upward, reproduces the image of the macrocosm, the seal of Solomon, the grand pantacle.

As for the little one you see here," he went on, showing a lady's ring set with a tiny sapphire between two roses, "that is a present from a person whose horoscope I was good enough to cast." "Ah!" said Durtal, somewhat surprised at the man's self-satisfaction.
"Dinner is ready," said the bell-ringer's wife.
Des Hermies, doffing his apron, appeared in his tight cheviot garments.
He was not so pale as usual, his cheeks being red from the heat of the stove.

He set the chairs around.
Carhaix served the broth, and everyone was silent, taking spoonfuls of the cooler broth at the edge of the bowl.