A group formed in front of the door of l'Assommoir.
"Say, Bibi-the-Smoker," demanded a hoarse voice, "aren't you going to buy us a round of _vitriol_ ?" Five laborers came in and stood by the bar.
"Ah! Here's that thief, Pere Colombe!" the voice continued.

"We want the real old stuff, you know.

And full sized glasses, too." Pere Colombe served them as three more laborers entered.

More blue smocks gathered on the street corner and some pushed their way into the establishment.
"You're foolish! You only think of the present," Gervaise was saying to Coupeau.

"Sure, I loved him, but after the disgusting way in which he left me--" They were talking of Lantier.