“Oh! Whatever they want,” she replied, laughing.
“I don’t mind.
We can go out or stay here.”
She seemed aglow with contentment.
She had spoken to each guest as they arrived. She spoke sensibly, in her soft voice, not getting into any disagreements.
During the downpour, she had sat with her eyes wide open, watching the lightning as though she could see the future in the sudden flashes.
Monsieur Madinier had up to this time not proposed anything.
He was leaning against the bar, with the tails of his dress coat thrust apart, while he fully maintained the important air of an employer.
He kept on expectorating, and rolled his big eyes about.
“Mon Dieu!” said he, “we might go to the Museum.”
And he stroked his chin, as he blinkingly consulted the other members of the party.
“There are antiquities, pictures, paintings, a whole heap of things.
It is very instructive. Perhaps you have never been there.
Oh! it is quite worth seeing at least once in a while.”
They looked at each other interrogatively.
No, Gervaise had never been; Madame Fauconnier neither, nor Boche, nor the others.
Coupeau thought he had been one Sunday, but he was not sure.
They hesitated, however, when Madame Lorilleux, greatly impressed by Monsieur Madinier’s importance, thought the suggestion a very worthy and respectable one.
As they were wasting the day, and were all dressed up, they might as well go somewhere for their own instruction.
Everyone approved.
Then, as it still rained a little, they borrowed some umbrellas from the proprietor of the wineshop, old blue, green, and brown umbrellas, forgotten by different customers, and started off to the Museum.
The wedding party turned to the right, and descended into Paris along the Faubourg Saint-Denis.
Coupeau and Gervaise again took the lead, almost running and keeping a good distance in front of the others.
Monsieur Madinier now gave his arm to Madame Lorilleux, mother Coupeau having remained behind in the wineshop on account of her old legs.
Then came Lorilleux and Madame Lerat, Boche and Madame Fauconnier, Bibi-the-Smoker and Mademoiselle Remanjou, and finally the two Gaudrons.
They were twelve and made a pretty long procession on the pavement.
“I swear to you, we had nothing to do with it,” Madame Lorilleux explained to Monsieur Madinier.
“We don’t even know how they met, or, we know only too well, but that’s not for us to discuss.
My husband even had to buy the wedding ring.
We were scarcely out of bed this morning when he had to lend them ten francs.
And, not a member of her family at her wedding, what kind of bride is that?
She says she has a sister in Paris who works for a pork butcher.
Why didn’t she invite her?”
She stopped to point at Gervaise, who was limping awkwardly because of the slope of the pavement.
“Just look at her.
Clump-clump.”
“Clump-clump” ran through the wedding procession.
Lorilleux laughed under his breath, and said they ought to call her that, but Madame Fauconnier stood up for Gervaise. They shouldn’t make fun of her; she was neat as a pin and did a good job when there was washing to be done.
When the wedding procession came out of the Faubourg Saint-Denis, they had to cross the boulevard. The street had been transformed into a morass of sticky mud by the storm.
It had started to pour again and they had opened the assorted umbrellas.
The women picked their way carefully through the mud, holding their skirts high as the men held the sorry-looking umbrellas over their heads.
The procession stretched out the width of the street.
“It’s a masquerade!” yelled two street urchins. People turned to stare.
These couples parading across the boulevard added a splash of vivid color against the damp background.
It was a parade of a strange medley of styles showing fancy used clothing such as constitute the luxury of the poor.
The gentlemen’s hats caused the most merriment, old hats preserved for years in dark and dusty cupboards, in a variety of comical forms: tall ones, flattened ones, sharply peaked ones, hats with extraordinary brims, curled back or flat, too narrow or too wide.
Then at the very end, Madame Gaudron came along with her bright dress over her bulging belly and caused the smiles of the audience to grow even wider.
The procession made no effort to hasten its progress.
They were, in fact, rather pleased to attract so much attention and admiration.
“Look!