Bibi had a black eye; some punch he had run up against the day before.
"Well! Where's Coupeau ?" inquired the hatter, looking about.

"Have you, then, lost Coupeau ?" "Oh! long ago, since yesterday," replied the other.

"There was a bit of a free-for-all on leaving mother Baquet's.

I don't care for fisticuffs.
We had a row, you know, with mother Baquet's pot-boy, because he wanted to make us pay for a quart twice over.

Then I left.