She had everything she wanted now and more than she had ever expected.

She laughed, thinking of delaying dying in her own bed as long as possible.
It was to Coupeau especially that Gervaise behaved nicely.

Never an angry word, never a complaint behind her husband's back.

The zinc-worker had at length resumed work; and as the job he was engaged on was at the other side of Paris, she gave him every morning forty sous for his luncheon, his glass of wine and his tobacco.

Only, two days out of every six, Coupeau would stop on the way, spend the forty sous in drink with a friend, and return home to lunch, with some cock-and-bull story.