The young viscount, who sat next to Mimi, kept treading on her foot.

Phemie took twice of every dish.

Schaunard was in clover.

Rodolphe improvised sonnets and broke glasses in marking the rhyme.

Colline talked to Marcel, who remained sulky.
"What is the matter with you ?" asked the philosopher.
"My feet are in torture; this Carolus has boots like a woman's." "He must be given to understand that, for the future, some of his shoes are to be made a little larger.