He mentioned Macquart.

How could they get rid of that blackguard?
But Felicite, again fired with enthusiasm, exclaimed: "Oh! one can't do everything at once.

We'll gag him, somehow.
We'll soon find some means or other." She was now walking to and fro, putting the arm-chairs in order, and dusting their backs.

Suddenly, she stopped in the middle of the room, and gave the faded furniture a long glance.
"Good Heavens!" she said, "how ugly it is here! And we shall have everybody coming to call upon us!" "Bah!" replied Pierre, with supreme indifference, "we'll alter all that." He who, the night before, had entertained almost religious veneration for the arm-chairs and the sofa, would now have willingly stamped on them.

Felicite, who felt the same contempt, even went so far as to upset an arm-chair which was short of a castor and did not yield to her quickly enough.
It was at this moment that Roudier entered.