You won't shut up?
Then, good morning! I'll return to the place I've just come from." He had already taken his hat from off the chest of drawers.

But Gervaise threw herself before him, stammering: "No, no!" And she hushed the little ones' tears with her caresses, smoothed their hair, and soothed them with soft words.

The children, suddenly quieted, laughing on their pillow, amused themselves by punching each other.

The father however, without even taking off his boots, had thrown himself on the bed looking worn out, his face bearing signs of having been up all night.

He did not go to sleep, he lay with his eyes wide open, looking round the room.
"It's a mess here!" he muttered.