She was slightly tipsy, and from her ill-adjusted garments, came that unpleasant odour of tobacco and spirits that is met with in public drinking places.
Completely exhausted, and with cheeks as pale as death, she advanced at an unsteady gait and with a head quite heavy from the shameless fatigue of the day.
The dinner passed in silence.

Therese ate nothing.

At dessert Laurent placed his elbows on the table, and flatly asked her for 5,000 francs.
"No," she answered dryly.

"If I were to give you a free hand, you'd bring us to beggary.

Aren't you aware of our position?
We are going as fast as ever we can to the dogs." "That may be," he quietly resumed.