And she slowly replied: "Why, you're right, it's a good idea.

That way, we can drink up the coin together." Bibi-the-Smoker rose from his seat to fetch her a glass of anisette.

She drew her chair up to the table.

Whilst she was sipping her anisette, a recollection suddenly flashed across her mind, she remembered the plum she had taken with Coupeau, near the door, in the old days, when he was courting her.

At that time, she used to leave the juice of fruits preserved in brandy.