To begin with, they lunched.

Then it happened to be old Bazouge, the undertaker's helper, who lived on the sixth floor, who brought the coffin and the sack of bran.

He was never sober, the worthy fellow.

At eight o'clock that day, he was still lively from the booze of the day before.
"This is for here, isn't it ?" asked he.
And he laid down the coffin, which creaked like a new box.

But as he was throwing the sack of bran on one side, he stood with a look of amazement in his eyes, his mouth opened wide, on beholding Gervaise before him.
"Beg pardon, excuse me.