Clemence was now very drunk and she burst into loud sobbing and placed her head down onto the table in an effort to smother her gasps.

There was a hush vibrant with emotion.
The ladies had pulled out their handkerchiefs, and were drying their eyes, with their heads erect from pride.

The men had bowed their heads and were staring straight before them, blinking back their tears.
Poisson bit off the end of his pipe twice while gulping and gasping.
Boche, with two large tears trickling down his face, wasn't even bothering to squeeze the coal-dealer's knee any longer.

All these drunk revelers were as soft-hearted as lambs.

Wasn't the wine almost coming out of their eyes?
When the refrain began again, they all let themselves go, blubbering into their plates.
But Gervaise and Virginie could not, in spite of themselves, take their eyes off the pavement opposite.