GERMINAL
certain coquetry, gilt vases on the sideboard, a mirror, three framed prints.
Pierronne was about to drink her coffee alone, all her people being at the pit.
"You'll have a glass with me?" she said.
"No, thanks; I've just swallowed mine."
"What does that matter?"
In fact, it mattered nothing. And both began drinking slowly. Between the jars of biscuits and bon-bons their eyes rested on the opposite houses, of which the little curtains in the windows formed a row, revealing by their more or less whiteness the virtues of the housekeepers. Those of the Levaques were very dirty, veritable kitchen clouts, which seemed to have wiped the bottoms of the saucepans.
"How can they live in such dirt?" murmured Pierronne.
Then Maheude began and did not stop. Ah! if she had had a lodger like that Bouteloup she would have made the household go. When one knew how to do it, a lodger was an excellent thing. Only one ought not to sleep with him. And then the husband had taken to drink, beat his wife, and ran after the singers at the Montsou café concerts.
Pierronne assumed an air of profound disgust. These singers gave all sorts of diseases. There was one at Joiselle who had infected a whole pit.
"What surprises me is that you let your son go with their girl."
"Ah, yes! but just stop it then! Their garden is next to ours. Zacharie was always there in summer with Philomène behind the lilacs, and they don't put themselves out on the shed; one couldn't draw water at the well without surprising them."
It was the usual history of the promiscuities of the settlement; boys and girls became corrupted together, throwing themselves on their backsides, as they said, on the low, sloping roof of the shed when twilight came on. All the putters got their first child there when they did not take the trouble to go to Réquillart or into the cornfields. It was of no consequence; they married afterwards, only the mothers were angry when their lads began too soon, for a lad who marries no longer brings anything into the family.
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