"I have no right to detain those things.

They are in the bureau.

Come up with me; if the person who has taken your room has not gone to bed, we can go in." The room had been let during the day to a girl named Mimi, with whom Rodolphe had formerly begun a love duet.

They recognized one another at once.

Rodolphe began to whisper to Mimi and tenderly squeezed her hand.
"See how it rains," said he, calling attention to the noise of the storm that had just broken overhead.
"Sir," said she, pointing to Rodolphe, "this is the gentleman I was expecting this evening." "Oh!" said Monsieur Benoit, grinning on the wrong end of his face.
Whilst Mademoiselle Mimi was hurriedly getting ready an improvised supper, midnight struck.
"Ah!" said Rodolphe to himself, "the 15th of April is over.