Gervaise, with her head spinning from too much drink, hummed the refrain with him.

It had been very warm at the music-hall and the two drinks she had had, along with all the smoke, had upset her stomach a bit.

She had been quite impressed with Mademoiselle Amanda.

She wouldn't dare to appear in public wearing so little, but she had to admit that the lady had lovely skin.
"Everyone's asleep," said Gervaise, after ringing three times without the Boches opening the door.
At length the door opened, but inside the porch it was very dark, and when she knocked at the window of the concierge's room to ask for her key, the concierge, who was half asleep, pulled out some rigmarole which she could make nothing of at first.

She eventually understood that Poisson, the policeman, had brought Coupeau home in a frightful state, and that the key was no doubt in the lock.
"The deuce!" murmured Lantier, when they had entered, "whatever has he been up to here?
The stench is abominable." There was indeed a most powerful stench.