Just a glass or two and then back home.
The zinc-worker, chaffing and joking, at length got the young woman to consent by promising her that there should be no larks.

He would keep his eye on the glasses, to prevent sunstrokes.

Then he organized a sort of picnic at five francs a head, at the "Silver Windmill," kept by Auguste, on the Boulevard de la Chapelle.

It was a small cafe with moderate charges and had a dancing place in the rear, beneath the three acacias in the courtyard.

They would be very comfortable on the first floor.