One single crumb was scorching her and making her scratch herself till she bled.

Besides, when one eats a cake isn't it usual to shake out the bedclothes afterward?
Fontan, white with rage, had relit the candle, and they both got up and, barefooted and in their night dresses, they turned down the clothes and swept up the crumbs on the sheet with their hands.

Fontan went to bed again, shivering, and told her to go to the devil when she advised him to wipe the soles of his feet carefully.

And in the end she came back to her old position, but scarce had she stretched herself out than she danced again.

There were fresh crumbs in the bed! "By Jove, it was sure to happen!" she cried.