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She would say to Virginie and Madame Lerat, whenever they were ringing the hatter's praises, that he could very well do without her admiration, because all the women of the neighborhood were smitten with him. Coupeau went braying about everywhere that Lantier was a friend and a true one.
When at her worst that winter, one afternoon, when Madame Lorilleux and Madame Lerat had met at her bedside, mother Coupeau winked her eye as a signal to them to lean over her. She could scarcely speak. She rather hissed than said in a low voice: "It's becoming indecent. I heard them last night. Yes, Clump-clump and the hatter. And they were kicking up such a row together!
It is awfully warm, and of all things in the world, I hate to be in a hurry." The morning was indeed frightfully hot. The workwomen had closed the blinds, leaving a crack, however, through which they could inspect the street, and they took their seats on each side of the table Mme Lerat at the farther end.
She, her husband, mother Coupeau, and Madame Lerat, already made four members of the family. She would also have the Goujets and the Poissons.
The men had been very careful, for propriety's sake, to use only suitable language, but Madame Lerat refused to follow their example. She flattered herself on her command of language, as she had often been complimented on the way she could say anything before children, without any offence to decency. "Just you listen, there are some very fine women among the flower-makers!" she insisted.
"I'll work; I've got my two arms, thank heaven! to help me out of my difficulties." "We can talk about it some other time," the hatter hastened to put in. "It's scarcely the thing to do so this evening. Some other time in the morning for instance." At this moment, Madame Lerat, who had gone into the little room, uttered a faint cry. She had had a fright because she had found the candle burnt out.
In the meantime Nana, who averred that she was as hungry as a wolf, threw herself on the radishes and gobbled them up without bread. Mme Lerat had become ceremonious; she refused the radishes as provocative of phlegm. By and by when Zoe had brought in the cutlets Nana just chipped the meat and contented herself with sucking the bones.
Madame Lerat, who was bolder, went round the narrow terrace, keeping close to the bronze dome; but, mon Dieu, it gave one a rude emotion to think that one only had to slip off. The men were a little paler than usual as they stared down at the square below. You would think you were up in mid-air, detached from everything. No, it wasn't fun, it froze your very insides.
But Mme Maloir was wont to listen to other people's secrets without even confessing anything concerning herself. People said that she lived on a mysterious allowance in a room whither no one ever penetrated. All of a sudden Nana grew excited. "Don't play with the knives, Aunt. You know it gives me a turn!" Without thinking about it Mme Lerat had crossed two knives on the table in front of her.
It had been much too hot for three days in a row. "Well, maybe it will just be a little mist," Coupeau said several times, standing at the door and anxiously studying the sky. "Now we have to wait only for my sister. We'll start as soon as she arrives." Madame Lorilleux was late. Madame Lerat had stopped by so they could come together, but found her only beginning to get dressed.
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