That would make fourteen, not counting the children.

Never before had she given such a large dinner and the thought frightened and excited her at the same time.
The saint's day happened to fall on a Monday.

It was a piece of luck.
Gervaise counted on the Sunday afternoon to begin the cooking.

On the Saturday, whilst the workwomen hurried with their work, there was a long discussion in the shop with the view of finally deciding upon what the feast should consist of.

For three weeks past one thing alone had been chosen--a fat roast goose.