Domestic fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Paris (France) -- Fiction; Working class women -- Fiction
At the beginning of the new arrangement, the entire routine of the
establishment was considerably upset. Lantier had his own separate
room, with his own entrance and his own key. However, since they had
decided not to close off the door between the rooms, he usually came
and went through the shop. Besides, the dirty clothes were an
inconvenience to Gervaise because her husband never made the case he
had promised and she had to tuck the dirty laundry into any odd corner
she could find. They usually ended up under the bed and this was not
very pleasant on warm summer nights. She also found it a nuisance
having to make up Etienne’s bed every evening in the shop. When her
employees worked late, the lad had to sleep in a chair until they
finished.
Goujet had mentioned sending Etienne to Lille where a machinist he knew
was looking for apprentices. As the boy was unhappy at home and eager
to be out on his own, Gervaise seriously considered the proposal. Her
only fear was that Lantier would refuse. Since he had come to live with
them solely to be near his son, surely he wouldn’t want to lose him
only two weeks after he moved in. However he approved whole-heartedly
when she timidly broached the matter to him. He said that young men
needed to see a bit of the country. The morning that Etienne left
Lantier made a speech to him, kissed him and ended by saying:
“Never forget that a workingman is not a slave, and that whoever is not
a workingman is a lazy drone.”
The household was now able to get into the new routine. Gervaise became
accustomed to having dirty laundry lying all around. Lantier was
forever talking of important business deals. Sometimes he went out,
wearing fresh linen and neatly combed. He would stay out all night and
on his return pretend that he was completely exhausted because he had
been discussing very serious matters. Actually he was merely taking
life easy. He usually slept until ten. In the afternoons he would take
a walk if the weather was nice. If it was raining, he would sit in the
shop reading his newspaper. This atmosphere suited him. He always felt
at his ease with women and enjoyed listening to them.
Lantier first took his meals at Francois’s, at the corner of the Rue
des Poissonniers. But of the seven days in the week he dined with the
Coupeaus on three or four; so much so that he ended by offering to
board with them and to pay them fifteen francs every Saturday. From
that time he scarcely ever left the house, but made himself completely
at home there. Morning to night he was in the shop, even giving orders
and attending to customers.
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