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To each proposition a thousand objections were offered. Finally when Lorilleux proposed that the party should visit the tomb of Abelard and Heloise his wife's indignation burst forth. She had dressed in her best only to be drenched in the rain and to spend the day in a wineshop, it seemed! She had had enough of the whole thing and she would go home.
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!
Don't come into the workroom. Remain in the chamber." And he returned to his work; his face was reflected in a ball filled with water, through which the lamp sent on his work a circle of the brightest possible light. "Find chairs for yourselves," cried Mme Lorilleux. "This is the lady, I suppose. Very well! Very well!"
If they caught sight of the painters from a distance, they would walk on the other side of the way, and go up to their rooms with their teeth set. A blue shop for that "nobody," it was enough to discourage all honest, hard-working people! Besides, the second day after the shop opened the apprentice happened to throw out a bowl of starch just at the moment when Madame Lorilleux was passing.
"Come in!" cried a sharp voice. How good it was there! Warm and bright with the glow of the forge. And Gervaise smelled the soup, too, and it made her feel faint and sick. "Ah, it is you, is it?" said Mme Lorilleux. "What do you want?" Gervaise hesitated. The application for ten sous stuck in her throat, because she saw Boche seated by the stove. "What do you want?" asked Lorilleux, in his turn.
By nine o'clock the family were assembled in the shop, whose shutters had not been taken down. Lorilleux only remained for a few moments and then went back to his shop. Mme Lorilleux shed a few tears and then sent Nana to buy a pound of candles. "How like Gervaise!" she murmured. "She can do nothing in a proper way!" Mme Lerat went about among the neighbors to borrow a crucifix.
Father Bazonge was a man of fifty; his clothes were covered with mud where he had fallen in the street. "You need not be afraid," continued Lorilleux; "he will do you no harm. He is a neighbor of ours the third room on the left in our corridor." But Father Bazonge was talking to Gervaise. "I am not going to eat you, little one," he said.
"Yes," said Coupeau in an explanatory voice, "there are four different kinds of chains, and his style is called a column." Lorilleux uttered a little grunt of satisfaction, all the time at work, with the tiny pincers held between very dirty nails. "Look here, Cadet-Cassis," he said. "This very morning I made a little calculation. I began my work when I was only twelve years old.
"You don't know perhaps, that in the neighborhood they call you Cow's-Tail, because of your hair. There, that doesn't please you, does it? Why should we not keep the room on the first floor? To-night the children won't sleep there, and we shall be very comfortable." Madame Lorilleux added nothing further, but retired into her dignity, horribly annoyed at being called Cow's-Tail.
Some said that this would put everybody to sleep or that that would make people think they were stupid. Lorilleux had to get his word in. He finally suggested a walk along the outer Boulevards to Pere Lachaise cemetery. They could visit the tomb of Heloise and Abelard. Madame Lorilleux exploded, no longer able to control herself. She was leaving, she was. Were they trying to make fun of her?
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