But the party continued annoyed and exasperated, constantly returning to the question of the extras.

And the uproar increased from an act of vigor on Madame Boche's part.

She had kept an eye on Boche, and at length detected him squeezing Madame Lerat round the waist in a corner.

Then, with all her strength, she flung a water pitcher, which smashed against the wall.
"One can easily see that your husband's a tailor, madame," said the tall widow, with a curl of the lip, full of a double meaning.

"He's a petticoat specialist, even though I gave him some pretty hard kicks under the table." The harmony of the evening was altogether upset.