"Good health!" replied Boche and Poisson, clinking glasses with him.
Boche, however, was moving nervously about, troubled by an anxiety as he looked at the policeman out of the corner of his eye.
"All this between ourselves, eh, Monsieur Poisson?" murmured he at length. "We say and show you things to show off."
But Poisson did not let him finish. He placed his hand upon his heart, as though to explain that all remained buried there. He certainly did not go spying about on his friends. Coupeau arriving, they emptied a second quart. Then the policeman went off by way of the courtyard and resumed his stiff and measured tread along the pavement.
At the beginning of the new arrangement, the entire routine of the establishment was considerably upset. Lantier had his own separate room, with h
