Boche glided to a seat beside Madame Lerat.

Bibi-the-Smoker had for neighbors Mademoiselle Remanjou and Madame Gaudron.

As for Madame Boche and mother Coupeau, they were right at the end of the table, looking after the children, cutting up their meat and giving them something to drink, but not much wine.
"Does nobody say grace ?" asked Boche, whilst the ladies arranged their skirts under the table-cloth, so as not to get them stained.
But Madame Lorilleux paid no attention to such pleasantries.

The vermicelli soup, which was nearly cold, was gulped down very quickly, their lips making a hissing noise against the spoons.

Two waiters served at table, dressed in little greasy jackets and not over-clean white aprons.