A cry arose from La Grenonillere, "There is Lesbos," and there became all at once a furious clamor; a terrifying scramble took place; the glasses were knocked down; people clambered on to the tables; all in a frenzy of noise bawled: "Lesbos! Lesbos! Lesbos!" The shout rolled along, became indistinct, was no longer more than a kind of tremendous howl, and then suddenly it seemed to start anew, to rise into space, to cover the plain, to fill the foliage of the great trees, to extend itself to the distant slopes, to go even to the sun. The rower, in the face of this ovation, had quietly stopped. The handsome blonde extended upon the bottom of the boat, turned her head with a careless air, as she raised herself upon her elbows; and the two girls at the back commenced laughing as they saluted the crowd. Then the hullaballoo was doubled, making the floating establishment tremble. The men took off their hats, the women waved their handkerchiefs, and all voices, shrill or deep, together cried: "Lesbos." One would have said that these people, this collection of the corrupt, saluted a chief like the squadrons which fire guns when an admiral passes along the line. The numerous fleet of boats also acclaimed the women's boat, which awoke from its sleepy motion to land rather farther off. Mr. Paul, contrary to the others, had drawn a key from his pocket and whistled with all his might. His nervous mistress grew paler, caught him by the arm to cause him to be quiet, and upon this occasion she looked at him with fury in her eyes. But he appeared exasperated, as though borne away by jealousy of some man by deep anger, instinctive and ungovernable. He stammered, his lips quivering with indignation: "It is shameful! They ought to be drowned like dogs with a stone about the neck." But Madeleine instantly flew into a rage; her small and shrill voice became hissing, and she spoke volubly, as though pleading her own cause: "And what has it to do with you--you indeed? Are they not at liberty to do what they wish since they owe nobody anything. A truce with your airs and mind your own business...." But he cut her speech short: "It is the police whom it concerns, and I will have them marched off to St. Lazare; so I will." She gave a start: "You?" "Yes, I! And in the meantime I forbid you to speak to them, you understand, I forbid you to do so." Then she shrugged her shoulders and grew calm in a moment: "My friend, I shall do as I please; if you are not satisfied, be off, and instantly. I am not your wife, am I? Very well then, hold your tongue." He made no reply and they stood face to face, their mouths tightly closed and their breathing rapid.