He was no doubt the head doctor, for his glance was as sharp and piercing as a gimlet.

All the dealers in sudden death have a glance like that.
No, really, it was not a pretty sight; and Gervaise, all in a tremble, asked herself why she had returned.

To think that the evening before they accused her at the Boches' of exaggerating the picture! Now she saw better how Coupeau set about it, his eyes wide open looking into space, and she would never forget it.

She overheard a few words between the house surgeon and the head doctor.

The former was giving some details of the night: her husband had talked and thrown himself about, that was what it amounted to.