Then she called for absinthe.
She seemed quite at ease, chatting with a fair young man who no doubt had been waiting for her some time.

Two girls came and leant over the table where she sat, addressing her affectionately in their husky voices.

Around her, women were smoking cigarettes, men were embracing women in the open street, before the passers-by, who never even turned their heads.

Low words and hoarse laughter reached Laurent, who remained motionless in a doorway on the opposite side of the street.
When Therese had finished her absinthe, she rose, and leaning on the arm of the fair young man, went down the Rue de la Harpe.

Laurent followed them as far as the Rue Saint-Andre-des-Arts, where he noticed them enter a lodging-house.