Before going off, however, she took care to say to Pierre: "I am dying of hunger and am going to the refreshment-room for a moment.

But if my patient should begin coughing again, pray come and fetch me." When, after great difficulty, she had managed to cross the platform and reach the refreshment-room, she found herself in the midst of another scramble.

The better-circumstanced pilgrims had taken the tables by assault, and a great many priests were to be seen hastily lunching amidst all the clatter of knives, forks, and crockery.

The three or four waiters were not able to attend to all the requirements, especially as they were hampered in their movements by the crowd purchasing fruit, bread, and cold meat at the counter.

It was at a little table at the far end of the room that Raymonde was lunching with Madame Desagneaux and Madame Volmar.
"Ah! here you are at last, mamma!" the girl exclaimed, as Madame de Jonquiere approached.