"No, that's forbidden," said he.

"But when a woman knows how to handle herself--" And Coupeau interrupted him to call out "Bravo!" Yes, a woman always ought to know how to handle herself, but his wife had always been a helpless thing.

It would be her fault if they died on the straw.

Then he relapsed into his admiration for My-Boots.

How awfully fine he looked! A regular landlord; with clean linen and swell shoes! They were no common stuff! His wife, at all events, knew how to keep the pot boiling! The two men walked towards the outer Boulevard, and Gervaise followed them.