"Who cares, you are always so worried.

She is at her counter and won't leave.

She is too afraid of being robbed.

Besides, you can hide." Laurent's passion had not yet stifled his native peasant caution, but soon he grew used to the risks of these meetings, only a few yards from the old woman.
One day, fearing her niece was ill, Madame Raquin climbed the stairs.
Therese never bothered to bolt the bedroom door.
At the sound of the woman's heavy step on the wooden stairs, Laurent became frantic.

Therese laughed as she saw him searching for his waistcoat and hat.