They were to go quietly to the mayor's office and the church, just the six of them, without a whole procession of people trailing behind them.

The bridegroom's two sisters had even declared that they would stay home, their presence not being necessary.

Coupeau's mother, however, had sobbed and wailed, threatening to go ahead of them and hide herself in some corner of the church, until they had promised to take her along.
The meeting of the guests was set for one o'clock at the Silver Windmill.

From there, they would go to Saint-Denis, going out by railroad and returning on foot along the highway in order to work up an appetite.

The party promised to be quite all right.
Saturday morning, while getting dressed, Coupeau felt a qualm of uneasiness in view of the single franc in his pocket.