"We are keeping Gervaise's room, which is larger." Madame Lorilleux forgot herself.

She turned abruptly round.
"That's worse than all!" cried she.

"You're going to sleep in Clump-clump's room." Gervaise became quite pale.

This nickname, which she received full in the face for the first time, fell on her like a blow.

And she fully understood it, too, her sister-in-law's exclamation: the Clump-clump's room was the room in which she had lived for a month with Lantier, where the shreds of her past life still hung about.