My mother tells me things are getting worse for you.
Well, then, we can go away together." She didn't understand at first and stared at him, startled by this sudden declaration of a love that he had never mentioned.
Finally she asked: "What do you mean ?" "We'll get away from here," he said, looking down at the ground.
"We'll go live somewhere else, in Belgium, if you wish.

With both of us working, we would soon be very comfortable." Gervaise flushed.

She thought she would have felt less shame if he had taken her in his arms and kissed her.

Goujet was an odd fellow, proposing to elope, just the way it happens in novels.

Well, she had seen plenty of workingmen making up to married women, but they never took them even as far as Saint-Denis.
"Ah, Monsieur Goujet," she murmured, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't you see ?" he said.