"Just leave me alone; you drink too much coffee."
"And my husband, sir," said Maheude in her turn, "you must come and see him. He always has those pains in his legs."
"It is you who take too much out of him. Just leave me alone!"
The two women were left to gaze at the doctor's retreating back.
"Come in, then," said the Levaque woman, when she had exchanged a despairing shrug with her neighbour. "You know, there is something new. And you will take a little coffee. It is quite fresh."
Maheude refused, but without energy. Well! a drop, at all events, not to disoblige. And she entered.
The room was black with dirt, the floor and the walls spotted with grease, the sideboard and the table sticky with filth; and the stink of a badly kept house took you by the throat. Near the fire, with his
