He did not go far, only from the bed to the window, and even then Gervaise had to support him.

There he would sit down in the easy-chair the Lorilleuxs had brought, with his right leg stretched out on a stool.

This joker, who used to laugh at the people who slipped down on frosty days, felt greatly put out by his accident.

He had no philosophy.

He had spent those two months in bed, in cursing, and in worrying the people about him.