His comrades at the shop called him "Golden Mouth" because of his handsome blonde beard.
Gervaise at once felt a great friendship for these people.

When she entered their home for the first time, she was amazed at the cleanliness of the lodging.

There was no denying it, one might blow about the place without raising a grain of dust; and the tiled floor shone like a mirror.

Madame Goujet made her enter her son's room, just to see it.
It was pretty and white like the room of a young girl; an iron bedstead with muslin curtains, a table, a washstand, and a narrow bookcase hanging against the wall.

Then there were pictures all over the place, figures cut out, colored engravings nailed up with four tacks, and portraits of all kinds of persons taken from the illustrated papers.
Madame Goujet said with a smile that her son was a big baby.