What does she require?
Evidently the mature, dry, hard haricot, which falls to earth with the sound of a small pebble.

I hasten to satisfy her.

I place in the bottles some very mature, horny pods, thoroughly desiccated by exposure to the sun.

This time the family prospers, the grubs perforate the dry shell, reach the beans, penetrate them, and henceforth all goes well.
To judge by appearances, then, the weevil invades the granary.

The beans are left standing in the fields until both plants and pods, shrivelled by the sun, are completely desiccated.