They provided a leg of mutton and trimmings for the evening in question.
It so happened that on the evening before, Coupeau returned home in a most abominable condition, just as Nana was lost in admiration before the presents spread out on the top of the chest of drawers.

The Paris atmosphere was getting the better of him again; and he fell foul of his wife and child with drunken arguments and disgusting language which no one should have uttered at such a time.

Nana herself was beginning to get hold of some very bad expressions in the midst of the filthy conversations she was continually hearing.

On the days when there was a row, she would often call her mother an old camel and a cow.
"Where's my food ?" yelled the zinc-worker.

"I want my soup, you couple of jades! There's females for you, always thinking of finery! I'll sit on the gee-gaws, you know, if I don't get my soup!" "He's unbearable when he's drunk," murmured Gervaise, out of patience; and turning towards him, she exclaimed: "It's warming up, don't bother us." Nana was being modest, because she thought it nice on such a day.