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Updated: June 26, 2025
Monsieur Jules, clean-shaven and as fresh as a cherub, was seated there, swaying to and fro on his chair. "Just look after the stall for a minute, will you?" La Sarriette said to him. "I'll be back directly." Jules, however, got up and called after her, in a thick voice: "Not I; no fear! I'm off! I'm not going to wait an hour for you, as I did the other day.
One of Gavard's greatest delights was to shut himself up with a friend, and show him all these compromising things. "He told me that I was to burn all the papers," said La Sarriette. "Oh, nonsense! we've no fire, and it would take up too long. The police will soon be here! We must get out of this!"
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.
Then, when Madame Lecoeur also had gone off, La Sarriette remarked to Mademoiselle Saget: "It is foolish of my aunt to worry herself so much about all these affairs. It's that which makes her so thin. Ah! she'd have willingly taken Gavard for a husband if she could only have got him. Yet she used to beat me if ever a young man looked my way." Mademoiselle Saget smiled once more.
She had for a long time kept with her the daughter of one of her sisters, a peasant woman who had sent her the child and then taken no further trouble about it. This child grew up in the markets. Her surname was Sarriet, and so she soon became generally known as La Sarriette.
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.
He recollected having heard Claude name the old one Mademoiselle Saget when they were in the Rue Pirouette; and he made up his mind to question her when she should have parted from her tall withered acquaintance. "And how's your niece?" Mademoiselle Saget now asked. "Oh, La Sarriette does as she likes," Madame Lecoeur replied in a bitter tone.
She held interminable confabulations with Madame Saget, Madame Lecoeur, and La Sarriette, in quiet corners of the market; however, all their chatter about the shameless conduct which they slanderously ascribed to Lisa and her cousin, and about the hairs which they declared were found in Quenu's chitterlings, brought La Normande little consolation.
Then he began to joke on the subject, saying that politics caused him no trouble, and that he had got accustomed to hear people discussing them in beer shops and studios. This led him to speak of a cafe in the Rue Vauvilliers; the cafe on the ground-floor of the house where La Sarriette lodged.
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.
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