Oh, yes, wouldn't that be a nice situation! Her husband must have become suspicious already because for the last few days, at night, he would swear to himself and bang the wall with his fists.

The mere thought that the two men might destroy each other because of her made her shudder.

She knew that Coupeau was jealous enough to attack Lantier with his shears.
While the four of them had been deep in contemplating this drama, the saucepans on the banked coals of the stoves had been quietly simmering.
When mother Coupeau lifted the lids, the veal and the pig's back were discreetly bubbling.

The pot-au-feu was steadily steaming with snore-like sounds.

Eventually each of them dipped a piece of bread into the soup to taste the bouillon.
At length Monday arrived.