He nodded to her so sympathetically that she was reminded of how unhappy she was, and began to cry again as Goujet took his place with the men.
The ceremony at the church was soon got through.

The mass dragged a little, though, because the priest was very old.

My-Boots and Bibi-the-Smoker preferred to remain outside on account of the collection.

Monsieur Madinier studied the priests all the while, and communicated his observations to Lantier.

Those jokers, though so glib with their Latin, did not even know a word of what they were saying.
They buried a person just in the same way that they would have baptized or married him, without the least feeling in their heart.
Happily, the cemetery was not far off, the little cemetery of La Chapelle, a bit of a garden which opened on to the Rue Marcadet.