Corks came out with feeble pops, which the wind drowned.

There was an interchange of jests, and the sound of breaking glasses imparted a note of discord to the high-strung gaiety of the scene.

Gaga and Clarisse, together with Blanche, were making a serious repast, for they were eating sandwiches on the carriage rug with which they had been covering their knees.

Louise Violaine had got down from her basket carriage and had joined Caroline Hequet.

On the turf at their feet some gentlemen had instituted a drinking bar, whither Tatan, Maria, Simonne and the rest came to refresh themselves, while high in air and close at hand bottles were being emptied on Lea de Horn's mail coach, and, with infinite bravado and gesticulation, a whole band were making themselves tipsy in the sunshine, above the heads of the crowd.
Soon, however, there was an especially large crowd by Nana's landau.
She had risen to her feet and had set herself to pour out glasses of champagne for the men who came to pay her their respects.