And this made him all the gayer.
He compelled Virginie to look at her husband.
"Dear me," he muttered, "Badingue looks fine this morning! Just look, see how stiff he walks.

He must have stuck a glass eye in his back to surprise people." When Gervaise went back upstairs, she found Coupeau seated on the bed, in the torpid state induced by one of his attacks.

He was looking at the window-panes with his dim expressionless eyes.

She sat herself down on a chair, tired out, her hands hanging beside her dirty skirt; and for a quarter of an hour she remained in front of him without saying a word.
"I've had some news," she muttered at last.

"Your daughter's been seen.
Yes, your daughter's precious stylish and hasn't any more need of you.
She's awfully happy, she is! Ah! _Mon Dieu!_ I'd give a great deal to be in her place." Coupeau was still staring at the window-pane.