She was in ignorance as to the designs of Laurent, and her lower limbs were trembling with anxiety.
The three, returning to the riverside, found a restaurant, where they seated themselves at table on a sort of terrace formed of planks in an indifferent eating-house reeking with the odour of grease and wine.

This place resounded with cries, songs, and the clatter of plates and dishes.
In each private room and public saloon, were parties talking in loud voices, and the thin partitions gave vibrating sonority to all this riot.

The waiters, ascending to the upper rooms, caused the staircase to shake.
Above, on the terrace, the puffs of air from the river drove away the smell of fat.

Therese, leaning over the balustrade, observed the quay.
To right and left, extended two lines of wine-shops and shanties of showmen.

Beneath the arbours in the gardens of the former, amid the few remaining yellow leaves, one perceived the white tablecloths, the dabs of black formed by men's coats, and the brilliant skirts of women.
People passed to and fro, bareheaded, running, and laughing; and with the bawling noise of the crowd, was mingled the lamentable strains of the barrel organs.