Virginie stopped to sip at her coffee. Gervaise, realizing that she was expected to say something, asked, with a pretence of indifference:
“Are they still living at La Glaciere?”
“No!” the other replied. “Didn’t I tell you? They separated last week. One morning, Adele moved out and Lantier didn’t chase after her.”
“So they’re separated!” Gervaise exclaimed.
“Who are you talking about?” Clemence asked, interrupting her conversation with mother Coupeau and Madame Putois.
“Nobody you know,” said Virginie.
She was looking at Gervaise carefully and could see that she was upset. She moved still closer, maliciously finding pleasure in bringing up these old stories. Of a sudden she asked Gervaise what she would do if Lantier came round here. Men were really such strange creatures, he might d
