"To blazes, you know, with all wet blankets! What'll you drink ?" "Nothing, of course," replied the laundress.

"I haven't dined yet." "Well! that's all the more reason for having a glass; a drop of something sustains one." But, as she still retained her glum expression, My-Boots again did the gallant.
"Madame probably likes sweet things," murmured he.
"I like men who don't get drunk," retorted she, getting angry.

"Yes, I like a fellow who brings home his earnings, and who keeps his word when he makes a promise." "Ah! so that's what upsets you ?" said the zinc-worker, without ceasing to chuckle.

"Yes, you want your share.

Then, big goose, why do you refuse a drink?
Take it, it's so much to the good." She looked at him fixedly, in a grave manner, a wrinkle marking her forehead with a black line.