Madame Boche, in her turn, caught sight of Lantier and uttered a faint cry without ceasing to besmear her face with her tears.

Then all three had very anxious faces as they exchanged involuntary signs.

_Mon Dieu!_ if Coupeau were to turn round, if Coupeau caught sight of the other! What a butchery! What carnage! And they went on to such an extent that the zinc-worker asked them: "Whatever are you looking at ?" He leant forward and recognized Lantier.
"Damnation! It's too much," muttered he.

"Ah! the dirty scoundrel--ah! the dirty scoundrel.

No, it's too much, it must come to an end." And as he rose from his seat muttering most atrocious threats, Gervaise, in a low voice, implored him to keep quiet.
"Listen to me, I implore you.