Then, filling some glasses on a corner of the table, she called everyone to her.

And each took a glass and drank to the good friendship of the family.

There was a pause whilst the guests were drinking, the ladies raising their elbows and emptying their glasses to the last drop.
"Nothing is better before soup," declared Boche, smacking his lips.
Mother Coupeau had placed herself opposite the door to see the faces the Lorilleuxs would make.

She pulled Gervaise by the skirt and dragged her into the back-room.

And as they both leant over the soup they conversed rapidly in a low voice.
"Huh! What a sight!" said the old woman.