One at least stood one's turn before sneaking off; one should not leave one's friends like a mean blackguard, even when going to do one's duty.
"Is he going to badger us much longer about his work ?" cried My-Boots.
"So this is your turn, sir ?" asked Pere Colombe of Coupeau.
The latter paid.

But when it came to Bibi-the-Smoker's turn he whispered to the landlord who refused with a shake of the head.

My-Boots understood, and again set to abusing the old Jew Colombe.

What! A rascal like him dared to behave in that way to a comrade! Everywhere else one could get drink on tick! It was only in such low boozing-dens that one was insulted! The landlord remained calm, leaning his big fists on the edge of the counter.

He politely said: "Lend the gentleman some money--that will be far simpler." "_Mon Dieu!_ Yes, I'll lend him some," yelled My-Boots.