Wait a second.

I'll cook my tummy a bit.

That's what's good for the aches!" And when she had turned round with her breast to the fire and her feet tucked under her: "Let me see," she said; "you don't sleep with your wife any longer ?" "No, I swear to you I don't," said Muffat, dreading a scene.
"And you believe she's really a stick ?" He bowed his head in the affirmative.
"And that's why you love me?
Answer me! I shan't be angry." He repeated the same movement.
"Very well then," she concluded.

"I suspected as much! Oh, the poor pet.
Do you know my aunt Lerat?
When she comes get her to tell you the story about the fruiterer who lives opposite her.

Just fancy that man--Damn it, how hot this fire is! I must turn round.