She sat still, at ease and friendly.

At the end of a brief silence she added: "You can't really mean it.

I'm an old woman; I've a big boy eight years old.

Whatever could we two do together ?" "Why!" murmured Coupeau, blinking his eyes, "what the others do, of course, get married!" She made a gesture of feeling annoyed.

"Oh! do you think it's always pleasant?
One can very well see you've never seen much of living.