of jelly, shaped like a Savoy cake, shook on its white china dish
beneath the angry violence of Lisa's hand; and as with her finger-tips
she took a couple of gherkins from a jar behind the heater, she made the
vinegar spurt over the sides.

"Twenty-five sous, isn't it?" Madame Lecoeur leisurely inquired.

She fully perceived Lisa's covert irritation, and greatly enjoyed the
sight of it, producing her money as slowly as possible, as though,
indeed, her silver had got lost amongst the coppers in her pocket. And
she glanced askance at Gavard, relishing the embarrassed silence which
her presence was prolonging, and vowing that she would not go off, since
they were hiding some trickery or other from her. However, Lisa at
last put the parcel in her hands, and she was then obliged to make her
departure. She went away without saying a word, but darting a searching
glance all round the shop.

"It was that Saget who sent her too!" burst out Lisa, as soon as the old
woman was gone. "Is the old wretch going to send the whole market here
to try to find out what we talk about? What a prying, malicious set they
are! Did anyone ever hear before of crumbed cutlets and 'assortments'
being bought at five o'clock in the afternoon? But then they'd rack
themselves with indigestion rather than not find out! Upon my word,
though, if La Saget sends anyone else here, you'll see the reception
she'll get. I would bundle her out of the shop, even if she were my own
sister!"

The three men remained silent in presence of this explosion of anger.
Gavard had gone to lean over the brass rail of the window-front, where,
seemingly lost in thought, he began playing with one of the cut-glass