Laurent was perfectly happy of an evening, in the shop.

He generally returned from the office with Camille.

Madame Raquin had formed quite a motherly affection for him.

She knew he was short of cash, and indifferently nourished, that he slept in a garret; and she had told him, once for all, that a seat would always be kept for him at their table.

She liked this young fellow with that expansive feeling that old women display for people who come from their own part of the country, bringing with them memories of the past.
The young man took full advantage of this hospitality.