So saying, Father Blanes tried to rise, it was then that Fabrice saw the ravages of time and it took nearly a minute to get up and turn to Fabrice. This allowed him to do, still and silent. The priest threw himself into his arms several times, he shook with extreme tenderness. After that he went with all his gaiety of the past:
 The soul of Fabrice was exalted by the speeches of the old man, by the close attention and extreme fatigue. He had great difficulty falling asleep, and his sleep was restless dreams, perhaps omens of the future in the morning, at ten o’clock he was awakened by the tremor General of the tower, a dreadful noise seemed to come from out. He got distracted, and believed the end of the world, and he thought he was in prison, he took time to recognize the sound of the great bell that forty peasants began to move in honor of the great saint Giovita, ten would have sufficed.

Fabrice looked for a suitable place to see without being seen, he realized that this great height, his gaze down upon the gardens, and even the inner courtyard of the castle of his father. He had forgotten. The idea of ​​the father coming across the life all his feelings changed. He could even sparrows seeking some crumbs of bread on the large balcony of the dining room. “These are the descendants of those I had formerly tamed,” he said. This balcony, like all other balconies of the palace, was responsible for a large number of orange trees in jars of clay more or less great: the sight moved him, the appearance of the courtyard and decorated with shadows well-marked and marked by a bright sun, was really great.