The tripe-seller called to the grocer's men, the little clockmaker came out on to the pavement, the neighbors leant out of their windows; and all these people talked about the scallop with its white cotton fringe.

Ah! the Coupeaus would have done better to have paid their debts.

But as the Lorilleuxs said, when one is proud it shows itself everywhere and in spite of everything.
"It's shameful!" Gervaise was saying at the same moment, speaking of the chainmaker and his wife.

"To think that those skinflints have not even brought a bunch of violets for their mother!" The Lorilleuxs, true enough, had come empty-handed.

Madame Lerat had given a wreath of artificial flowers.