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Updated: June 19, 2025
As she stood there, erect, in her white apron, with rounded, swelling hips, it was with difficulty that she restrained herself from breaking out into bitter words. However, the entrance of another person into the shop arrested her anger. The new arrival was Madame Lecoeur. "Can you let me have half a pound of mixed meats at fifty sous the pound?" she asked.
Then he got into the cab with the same mien as he would have ascended the scaffold. As the vehicle disappeared round the corner of the Rue Pierre Lescot, Madame Lecoeur observed La Sarriette trying to hide the key in her pocket. "It's of no use you trying that little game on me, my dear," she exclaimed, clenching her teeth; "I saw him slip it into your hand.
Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette, however, had burst into exclamations of astonishment: "It wasn't possible, surely! What had he done to be sent to the galleys? Could anyone, now, have ever suspected that Madame Quenu, whose virtue was the pride of the whole neighbourhood, would choose a convict for a lover?" "Ah, but you don't understand at all!" cried the old maid impatiently.
"I think," said she, addressing herself to Madame Lecoeur, "that you ought to advise your brother-in-law to be careful. Last night they were shouting out the most shocking things in that little room. Men really seem to lose their heads over politics. If anyone had heard them, it might have been a very serious matter for them." "Oh! Gavard will go his own way," sighed Madame Lecoeur.
And she deposited each successive slice on the middle of a sheet of paper placed on the scales. "Aren't you going to give me some of the boar's head with pistachio nuts?" asked Madame Lecoeur in her querulous voice. Lisa was obliged to add some of the boar's head. But the butter dealer was getting exacting, and asked for two slices of galantine. She was very fond of it.
There they stood laughing together, exhibiting themselves to the neighbourhood like a couple of good friends. The markets were quite delighted; and the saleswomen returned to their stalls, declaring that everything had passed off extremely well. Mademoiselle Saget, however, detained Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette. The drama was not over yet.
When his wife died, her eldest sister, Madame Lecoeur, who had become a widow about a year previously, had mourned for her in an exaggerated fashion, and gone almost every evening to tender consolation to the bereaved husband. She had doubtless cherished the hope that she might win his affection and fill the yet warm place of the deceased.
And now she went off with the intention of obtaining her dessert from La Sarriette and Madame Lecoeur, by gossiping to them about Gavard. When Lisa was alone again she installed herself on the bench, behind the counter, as though she thought she would be able to come to a sounder decision if she were comfortably seated. For the last week she had been very anxious.
All three kept their eyes fixed on the house opposite with such keen curiosity that they seemed trying to penetrate the very walls. To pass the time away they once more began to talk of the beautiful Norman. "She's without a lover now," remarked Madame Lecoeur. "Oh! she's got Monsieur Lebigre," replied La Sarriette, with a laugh.
He also caught sight of Madame Lecoeur and Mademoiselle Saget passing along one of the covered ways, and looking less sallow than usual indeed, almost rosy as they laughed like bosom friends over some amusing story.
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