And they were kicking up such a row together! Coupeau's too decent for her." And she related in short sentences, coughing and choking between each, that her son had come home dead drunk the night before.

Then, as she was not asleep, she was easily able to account for all the noises, of Clump-clump's bare feet tripping over the tiled floor, the hissing voice of the hatter calling her, the door between the two rooms gently closed, and the rest.

It must have lasted till daylight.

She could not tell the exact time, because, in spite of her efforts, she had ended by falling into a dose.
"What's most disgusting is that Nana might have heard everything," continued she.

"She was indeed restless all the night, she who usually sleeps so sound.