They quarrelled for another quarter of an hour over this amount.

Finally, Felicite interfered.

A crowd was gathering round the shop.
"Listen," she said, excitedly; "my husband will give you two hundred francs.

I'll undertake to buy you a suit of clothes, and hire a room for a year for you." Rougon got angry at this.

But Antoine's comrade cried, with transports of delight: "All right, it's settled, then; my friend accepts." Antoine did, in fact, declare, in a surly way, that he would accept.
He felt he would not be able to get any more.