My-Boots, blowing on his fingers, uttered an observation aloud.
"_Tonnerre de Dieu!_ poor mother Coupeau won't feel very warm!" "Ladies and gentlemen," said the zinc-worker to the few friends who remained in the street with the family, "will you permit us to offer you some refreshments ?" He led the way to a wine shop in the Rue Marcadet, the "Arrival at the Cemetery." Gervaise, remaining outside, called Goujet, who was moving off, after again nodding to her.

Why didn't he accept a glass of wine?
He was in a hurry; he was going back to the workshop.

Then they looked at each other a moment without speaking.
"I must ask your pardon for troubling you about the sixty francs," at length murmured the laundress.

"I was half crazy, I thought of you--" "Oh! don't mention it; you're fully forgiven," interrupted the blacksmith.

"And you know, I am quite at your service if any misfortune should overtake you.