Oh! how stupid it is! Really, we deserve to be shot." Lantier and Gervaise spent a very pleasant evening at the music-hall.
At eleven o'clock when the place closed, they strolled home without hurrying themselves.

The cold was quite sharp.

People seemed to be in groups.

Some of the girls were giggling in the darkness as their men pressed close to them.

Lantier was humming one of Mademoiselle Amanda's songs.