He did not take off his hat, but began to stare around him, with the maudlin, stupid grin of drunkards and coarse people who know that they are insolent.

Felicite was so ashamed that she stood in front of the shop door in order that people outside might not see what strange company she was receiving.
Fortunately her husband came to the rescue.

A violent quarrel ensued between him and his brother.

The latter, after stammering insults, reiterated his old grievances twenty times over.

At last he even began to cry, and his companion was near following his example.