Squint-eyed Augustine had pulled over a corner of the cloth below the skirt, stretching herself out on it.
No one spoke at first; all kept their noses in their glasses, enjoying their coffee.
"It's not bad, all the same," declared Clemence.
But she was seized with a fit of coughing, and almost choked.

She leant her head against the wall to cough with more force.
"That's a bad cough you've got," said Virginie.

"Wherever did you catch it ?" "One never knows!" replied Clemence, wiping her face with her sleeve.
"It must have been the other night.

There were two girls who were flaying each other outside the 'Grand-Balcony.' I wanted to see, so I stood there whilst the snow was falling.

Ah, what a drubbing! It was enough to make one die with laughing.