"It's my turn." Now they were talking of women.

Bibi-the-Smoker had taken his girl to an aunt's at Montrouge on the previous Sunday.

Coupeau asked for the news of the "Indian Mail," a washerwoman of Chaillot who was known in the establishment.

They were about to drink, when My-Boots loudly called to Goujet and Lorilleux who were passing by.

They came just to the door, but would not enter.