For her part Angele, who had already eaten too much, prepared herself some sugar and water.

The gentlemen were so delighted at being freed from panic, and finding themselves together again in that yellow drawing-room, round a good table, in the bright light radiating from the candelabra and the chandelier--which they now saw for the first time without its fly-specked cover--that they gave way to most exuberant folly and indulged in the coarsest enjoyment.

Their voices rose in the warm atmosphere more huskily and eulogistically at each successive dish till they could scarcely invent fresh compliments.

However, one of them, an old retired master-tanner, hit upon this fine phrase--that the dinner was a "perfect feast worthy of Lucullus." Pierre was radiant, and his big pale face perspired with triumph.
Felicite, already accustoming herself to her new station in life, said that they would probably rent poor Monsieur Peirotte's flat until they could purchase a house of their own in the new town.

She was already planning how she would place her future furniture in the receiver's rooms.