Had that animal Coupeau gone to the Arc de Triomphe to get his dram?
They had already done the upper part of the street, looking in at all the likely places; at the "Little Civet," renowned for its preserved plums; at old mother Baquet's, who sold Orleans wine at eight sous; at the "Butterfly," the coachmen's house of call, gentlemen who were not easy to please.

But no Coupeau.

Then as they were going down towards the Boulevard, Gervaise uttered a faint cry on passing the eating-house at the corner kept by Francois.
"What's the matter ?" asked Goujet.
The laundress no longer laughed.

She was very pale, and laboring under so great an emotion that she had almost fallen.

Virginie understood it all as she caught a sight of Lantier seated at one of Francois's tables quietly dining.