If she had told me distinctly what it was she expected of me, I would never have compromised myself for such a trifle." Rougon laid the eight hundred francs upon the table.
"I swear I haven't got any more," he resumed.

"I will think of you later.

But do, for mercy's sake, get away this evening." Macquart, cursing and muttering protests, thereupon carried the table to the window, and began to count the gold in the fading twilight.

The coins tickled the tips of his fingers very pleasantly as he let them fall, and jingled musically in the darkness.

At last he paused for a moment to say: "You promised to get me a berth, remember.