Oh, it was a famous booze--a general review of all the dram shops of the neighborhood, the intoxication of the morning slept off by midday and renewed in the evening; the goes of "vitriol" succeeded one another, becoming lost in the depths of the night, like the Venetian lanterns of an illumination, until the last candle disappeared with the last glass! That rogue of a hatter never kept on to the end.

He let the other get elevated, then gave him the slip and returned home smiling in his pleasant way.

He could drink a great deal without people noticing it.

When one got to know him well one could only tell it by his half-closed eyes and his overbold behavior to women.
The zinc-worker, on the contrary, became quite disgusting, and could no longer drink without putting himself into a beastly state.
Thus, towards the beginning of November, Coupeau went in for a booze which ended in a most dirty manner, both for himself and the others.

The day before he had been offered a job.