Louiset was gazing beatifically at the roasting process.
But presently there was a loud outburst of voices.

Fontan had come in with Bosc and Prulliere, and the company could now sit down to table.
The soup had been already served when Nana for the third time showed off the lodgings.
"Ah, dear children, how comfortable you are here!" Bosc kept repeating, simply for the sake of pleasing the chums who were standing the dinner.
At bottom the subject of the "nook," as he called it, nowise touched him.
In the bedroom he harped still more vigorously on the amiable note.
Ordinarily he was wont to treat women like cattle, and the idea of a man bothering himself about one of the dirty brutes excited within him the only angry feelings of which, in his comprehensive, drunken disdain of the universe, he was still capable.
"Ah, ah, the villains," he continued with a wink, "they've done this on the sly.

Well, you were certainly right.

It will be charming, and, by heaven, we'll come and see you!" But when Louiset arrived on the scene astride upon a broomstick, Prulliere chuckled spitefully and remarked: "Well, I never! You've got a baby already ?" This struck everybody as very droll, and Mme Lerat and Mme Maloir shook with laughter.

Nana, far from being vexed, laughed tenderly and said that unfortunately this was not the case.