Really, all the world's drunk!" And as tall Clemence laughed at his thinking that the people in the street were drunk, he was himself seized with an intense fit of gaiety which almost strangled him.
"Look at them! The blessed tipplers! Aren't they funny ?" he cried.

"But it's not their fault.

It's the sun that's causing it." All the shop laughed, even Madame Putois, who did not like drunkards.
That squint-eyed Augustine was cackling like a hen, suffocating with her mouth wide open.

Gervaise, however, suspected Coupeau of not having come straight home, but of having passed an hour with the Lorilleuxs who were always filling his head with unpleasant ideas.

When he swore he had not been near them she laughed also, full of indulgence and not even reproaching him with having wasted another day.
"_Mon Dieu!_ What nonsense he does talk," she murmured.