Gervaise, who did not like arguments, usually interfered.

She roused herself from the torpor into which the sight of the box, full of the stale perfume of her past love, had plunged her, and she drew the three men's attention to the glasses.
"Ah! yes," said Lantier, becoming suddenly calm and taking his glass.
"Good health!" "Good health!" replied Boche and Poisson, clinking glasses with him.
Boche, however, was moving nervously about, troubled by an anxiety as he looked at the policeman out of the corner of his eye.
"All this between ourselves, eh, Monsieur Poisson ?" murmured he at length.

"We say and show you things to show off." But Poisson did not let him finish.

He placed his hand upon his heart, as though to explain that all remained buried there.

He certainly did not go spying about on his friends.