Well! The Lorilleuxs could not keep it in.

It was more than a match for them.

They squinted--their mouths were all on one side.

In short it was so apparent that the other guests looked at them, and asked them if they were unwell.

Never would they be able to stomach this table with its fourteen place-settings, its white linen table cloth, its slices of bread cut in advance, all in the style of a first-class restaurant.Mme.Lorilleux went around the table, surreptitiously fingering the table cloth, tortured by the thought that it was a new one.
"Everything's ready!" cried Gervaise as she reappeared with a smile, her arms bare and her little fair curls blowing over her temples.
"If the boss would only come," resumed the laundress, "we might begin." "Ah, well!" said Madame Lorilleux, "the soup will be cold by then.
Coupeau always forgets.