I am growing fainter and more soothed; I close my eyes; I dream of my home.
Yonder, no doubt, they are joining forces to make the evenings tolerable.

Marie is there, and some other women, getting dinner ready; the house becomes a savor of cooking.

I hear Marie speaking; standing at first, then seated at the table.

I hear the sound of the table things which she moves on the cloth as she takes her place.

Then, because some one is putting a light to the lamp, having lifted its chimney, Marie gets up to go and close the shutters.