She pinned it over her left breast, near the heart.

The silver butterfly fluttered with her every movement.
"Well, look," exclaimed Lorilleux, who had just made a discovery, "it's your work-table that we're eating off! Ah, well! I daresay it's never seen so much work before!" This malicious joke had a great success.

Witty allusions came from all sides.

Clemence could not swallow a spoonful of strawberries without saying that it was another shirt ironed; Madame Lerat pretended that the cream cheese smelt of starch; whilst Madame Lorilleux said between her teeth that it was capital fun to gobble up the money so quickly on the very boards on which one had had so much trouble to earn it.

There was quite a tempest of shouts and laughter.
But suddenly a loud voice called for silence.