She was jostled by several women in the hubbub.
"This way, my dear!" cried Madame Boche, in her loud voice.

Then, when the young woman had joined her at the very end on the left, the concierge, who was furiously rubbing a dirty sock, began to talk incessantly, without leaving off her work.

"Put your things there, I've kept your place.

Oh, I sha'n't be long over what I've got.

Boche scarcely dirties his things at all.