They both crossed the silent district, gliding noiselessly along the walls.

Poor Madame Goujet had died of rheumatism in the month of October.

Goujet still resided in the little house in the Rue Neuve, living gloomily alone.

On this occasion he was belated because he had sat up nursing a wounded comrade.

When he had opened the door and lighted a lamp, he turned towards Gervaise, who had remained humbly on the threshold.