But mind, no waste! Keep an eye on everything.

Pass me the broom; put more oil in those lamps; don't make blunders.

Arrange the remains of the dessert so as to make a show on the sideboard; ask my sister to come and help us.

I'm sure I don't know what she's thinking about, that dawdle! Heavens, how slow she is! Here, take away these chairs, they'll want all the room they can get." The salon was full of Barniols, Collevilles, Phellions, Laudigeois, and many others whom the announcement of a dance at the Thuilliers', spread about in the Luxembourg between two and four in the afternoon, the hour at which the bourgeoisie takes its walk, had drawn thither.
"Are you ready, Brigitte ?" said Colleville, bolting into the dining-room; "it is nine o'clock, and they are packed as close as herrings in the salon.

Cardot, his wife and son and daughter and future son-in-law have just come, accompanied by that young Vinet; the whole faubourg Saint Antoine is debouching.