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Updated: May 22, 2025
The fumes of alcohol and the tipsy voices of the men carousing went out into the street with them. Mes-Bottes was heard accusing Father Colombe of cheating by not filling his glasses more than half full, and he proposed to his comrades to go in future to another place, where they could do much better and get more for their money.
Boche went downstairs on a tour of inspection and stated that the establishment was in a state of confusion, that the proprietor, in consternation, had sent out to all the bakers in the neighborhood, that the house, in fact, had an utterly ruined aspect. "I should not like to take you to board," said Mme Gaudron. "Let us have a punch," cried Mes-Bottes.
But he wanted to tell them now not to expect him that night, as he was invited to dine with a friend. Gervaise interrupted him suddenly: "Did I hear your friend call you Cadet-Cassis?" "Yes. That is a name they have given me, because when they drag me into a wineshop it is cassis I always take. I had as lief be called Cadet-Cassis as Mes-Bottes, any time."
He approved, too, of Goujet, declaring that it was a good thing never to be thirsty. Again he made a move to depart and go to his work when Lantier, with his dictatorial air, reminded him that he had not paid his score and that he could not go off in that way, even if it were to his duty. "I am sick of the words 'work' and 'duty," muttered Mes-Bottes.
The men rose to light their pipes and, as they passed Mes-Bottes, asked him how he felt. Bibi-la-Grillade lifted him from the floor, chair and all. "Zounds!" he cried. "The fellow's weight has doubled!" Coupeau declared his friend had only just begun his night's work, that he would eat bread until dawn. The waiters, pale with fright, disappeared.
There were two fly-specked mirrors at either end of the room, which indefinitely lengthened the table spread with thick china. Every time the garcons opened the door into the kitchen there came a strong smell of burning fat. "Don't let us all talk at once!" said Boche as a dead silence fell on the room, broken by the abrupt entrance of Mes-Bottes. "You are nice people!" he exclaimed.
By this time Mes-Bottes was what is properly called howling drunk, and as he staggered away from the counter he struck the bag of tools which Coupeau had over his shoulder. "You look like a peddler with his pack or a humpback. Put it down!" Coupeau hesitated a moment, and then slowly and deliberately, as if he had arrived at a decision after mature deliberation, he laid his bag on the ground.
She soon heard that he and Mes-Bottes had spent the whole week in dissipation, and she even felt a little angry that they had not seen fit to offer her a glass of wine with all their feasting and carousing. On Sunday, as Gervaise had a nice little repast ready for the evening, she decided that an excursion would give her an appetite.
The dessert was now on the table a floating island flanked by two plates of cheese and two of fruit. The floating island was a great success. Mes-Bottes ate all the cheese and called for more bread. And then as some of the custard was left in the dish, he pulled it toward him and ate it as if it had been soup. "How extraordinary!" said Madinier, filled with admiration.
They all paid for their drinks with the exception of Bibi-la-Grillade, who stooped toward the ear of Father Colombe and whispered a few words. The latter shook his head, whereupon Mes-Bottes burst into a torrent of invectives, but Colombe stood in impassive silence, and when there was a lull in the storm he said: "Let your friends pay for you then that is a very simple thing to do."
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