Camille emptied the box of dominoes on the oilcloth table cover, and everyone became deeply interested in their hands.

Henceforth nothing could be heard but the jingle of dominoes.

At the end of each game, the players quarrelled for two or three minutes, then mournful silence was resumed, broken by the sharp clanks of the dominoes.
Therese played with an indifference that irritated Camille.

She took Francois, the great tabby cat that Madame Raquin had brought from Vernon, on her lap, caressing it with one hand, whilst she placed her dominoes with the other.

These Thursday evenings were a torture to her.
Frequently she complained of being unwell, of a bad headache, so as not to play, and remain there doing nothing, and half asleep.