You had to shout to be heard.
Fists often pounded on the bar, causing the glasses to clink.

Everyone was standing, hands crossed over belly or held behind back.

The drinking groups crowded close to one another.

Some groups, by the casks, had to wait a quarter of an hour before being able to order their drinks of Pere Colombe.
"Hallo! It's that aristocrat, Young Cassis!" cried My-Boots, bringing his hand down roughly on Coupeau's shoulder.

"A fine gentleman, who smokes paper, and wears shirts! So we want to do the grand with our sweetheart; we stand her little treats!" "Shut up! Don't bother me!" replied Coupeau, greatly annoyed.
But the other added, with a chuckle, "Right you are! We know what's what, my boy.