human
We see you, you two men in tall hats, for we presently find we are conspicuous in this crowd by the hats we wear. A ragamuffin Pierrot in a white nightcap is seen to touch a trousered female on the arm and look leeringly at us, and is overheard to say,
gpt
Vois donc, Delphine, those aristos there--have they hats?--quoi? Whereupon I nod good-naturedly to them, and Delphine comes up to us with a smile.
human
One sees easily thou art not Parisian, little father _(p'tit père_) she says to me.
gpt
Rest tranquil, then--thou shalt see dancing--rest tranquil.
human
Advance, mesdames and messieurs: one is about to begin the waltz, or the polka, as the name of the coming dance may be. At this cry, through the little gates which open here and there in the wooden railing a crowd of eager clients pour upon the floor and range themselves in place. The men in authority coolly proceed to collect a tax of two sous from each couple, and then the music and the dance begin. In waltzing the dancers simply put their arms around each other's necks, and thus embracing vigorously, face to face, they spin about the room, bumping against each other, laughing, shouting and chaffing. Waiters in white aprons dodge about among the dancers, taking orders for wine, beer and punch, and exciting our constant amazement that they do not get knocked down and trampled on. One of them approaches us and asks what we will take. Observe, he does not ask if we will take anything, for if you sit you must