I guess I can find a man." The zinc-worker laughed at this.

He pretended to make a joke of the matter, and strengthened her purpose without seeming to do so.

That was a fine idea of hers, and no mistake! In the evening, by gaslight, she might still hook a man.

He recommended her to try the Capuchin restaurant where one could dine very pleasantly in a small private room.
And, as she went off along the Boulevard, looking pale and furious he called out to her: "Listen, bring me back some dessert.

I like cakes! And if your gentleman is well dressed, ask him for an old overcoat.