I'm going to roast my left side now." And as she presented her side to the blaze a droll idea struck her, and like a good-tempered thing, she made fun of herself for she was delighted to see that she was looking so plump and pink in the light of the coal fire.
"I look like a goose, eh?
Yes, that's it! I'm a goose on the spit, and I'm turning, turning and cooking in my own juice, eh ?" And she was once more indulging in a merry fit of laughter when a sound of voices and slamming doors became audible.

Muffat was surprised, and he questioned her with a look.

She grew serious, and an anxious expression came over her face.

It must be Zoe's cat, a cursed beast that broke everything.

It was half-past twelve o'clock.