The two women dragged the blacksmith along.
"My ankle twisted," said Gervaise as soon as she was able to speak.
At length they discovered Coupeau and Poisson at the bottom of the street inside Pere Colombe's l'Assommoir.

They were standing up in the midst of a number of men; Coupeau, in a grey blouse, was shouting with furious gestures and banging his fists down on the counter.

Poisson, not on duty that day and buttoned up in an old brown coat, was listening to him in a dull sort of way and without uttering a word, bristling his carroty moustaches and beard the while.

Goujet left the women on the edge of the pavement, and went and laid his hand on the zinc-worker's shoulder.

But when the latter caught sight of Gervaise and Virginie outside he grew angry.