"No, no," said Lantier; "it would trouble you too much. I know that you have the most generous heart in the world, but I cannot impose upon you. Your room would be a passageway to mine, and that would not be agreeable to any of us." "Nonsense," said Coupeau. "Have we no invention? There are two windows; can't one be cut down to the floor and used as a door? In that case you would enter from the court and not through the shop. You would be by yourself, and we by ourselves." There was a long silence, broken finally by Lantier. "If this could be done," he said, "I should like it, but I am afraid you would find yourselves too crowded." He did not look at Gervaise as he spoke, but it was clear that he was only waiting for a word from her. She did not like the plan at all; not that the thought of Lantier living under their roof disturbed her, but she had no idea where she could put the linen as it came in to be washed and again when it was rough-dry. But Coupeau was enchanted with the plan. The rent, he said, had always been heavy to carry, and now they would gain twenty francs per month. It was not dear for him, and it would help them decidedly. He told his wife that she could have two great boxes made in which all the linen of the _Quartier_ could be piled. Gervaise still hesitated, questioning Mamma Coupeau with her eyes. Lantier had long since propitiated the old lady by bringing her gumdrops for her cough. "If we could arrange it I am sure--" said Gervaise hesitatingly. "You are too kind," remonstrated Lantier. "I really feel that it would be an intrusion." Coupeau flamed out. Why did she not speak up, he should like to know? Instead of stammering and behaving like a fool? "Etienne! Etienne!" he shouted. The boy was asleep with his head on the table. He started up. "Listen to me. Say to this gentleman, 'I wish it.' Say just those words and nothing more." "I wish it!" stammered Etienne, half asleep. Everybody laughed. But Lantier almost instantly resumed his solemn air. He pressed Coupeau's hand cordially. "I accept your proposition," he said. "It is a most friendly one, and I thank you in my name and in that of my child." The next morning Marescot, the owner of the house, happening to call, Gervaise spoke to him of the matter. At first he absolutely refused and was as disturbed and angry as if she had asked him to build on a wing for her especial accommodation. Then after a minute examination of the premises he ended by giving his consent, only on condition, however, that he should not be required to pay any portion of the expense, and the Coupeaus signed a paper, agreeing to put everything into its original condition at the expiration of their lease. That same evening Coupeau brought in a mason, a painter and a carpenter, all friends and boon companions of his, who would do this little job at night, after their day's work was over.