"Or stay, tell them that I no longer live here." "I shall tell the truth," murmured Monsieur Benoit, in a very significant tone.
Schaunard was living at Montmartre.

It was necessary to go right through Paris.

This peregrination was one most dangerous to Rodolphe.
"Today," said he, "the streets are paved with creditors." However, he did not go along by the outer Boulevards, as he had felt inclined to.

A fanciful hope, on the contrary, urged him to follow the perilous itinerary of central Paris.

Rodolphe thought that on a day when millions were going about the thoroughfares in the money-cases of bank messengers, it might happen that a thousand franc note, abandoned on the roadside, might lie awaiting its Good Samaritan.