But they ended by quarreling.
"Oh, just to think of it!" cried Nana.

"She's got eyes like gimlet holes, and her hair's the color of tow." "Hold your tongue, do!" said Fontan.

"She has a superb head of hair and such fire in her looks! It's lovely the way you women always tear each other to pieces!" He looked annoyed.
"Come now, we've had enough of it!" he said at last in savage tones.
"You know I don't like being bored.

Let's go to sleep, or things'll take a nasty turn." And he blew out the candle, but Nana was furious and went on talking.
She was not going to be spoken to in that voice; she was accustomed to being treated with respect! As he did not vouchsafe any further answer, she was silenced, but she could not go to sleep and lay tossing to and fro.
"Great God, have you done moving about ?" cried he suddenly, giving a brisk jump upward.
"It isn't my fault if there are crumbs in the bed," she said curtly.
In fact, there were crumbs in the bed.

She felt them down to her middle; she was everywhere devoured by them.