"Have you thought of what I told you this morning?
Have you brought me any money ?" "I am to receive some tonight.

I will give you some of it tomorrow morning," replied Rodolphe, looking for his key and his candlestick in their accustomed place.

He did not find them.
"Monsieur Rodolphe," said the landlord, "I am very sorry, but I have let your room, and I have no other vacant now--you must go somewhere else." Rodolphe had a lofty soul, and a night in the open air did not alarm him.

Besides, in the event of bad weather, he could sleep in a box at the Odeon Theater, as he had already done before.

Only he claimed "his property" from Monsieur Benoit, the said property consisting of a bundle of papers.
"That is so," said the landlord.