There was a portress there with a broom!" "Mother Boche--she's dead." "And I can still picture your shop.

Your mother was a great fatty.

One evening when we were playing your father came in drunk.

Oh, so drunk!" At this point Vandeuvres tried to intercept the ladies' reminiscences and to effect a diversion, "I say, my dear, I should be very glad to have some more truffles.
They're simply perfect.

Yesterday I had some at the house of the Duc de Corbreuse, which did not come up to them at all." "The truffles, Julien!" said Nana roughly.
Then returning to the subject: "By Jove, yes, Dad hadn't any sense! And then what a smash there was! You should have seen it--down, down, down we went, starving away all the time.