According to my idea, art is a priesthood--." "Yes, yes," said Colline.

"There's a song about that too," and he began to hum....
"Art's a priesthood, art's a priesthood," to the air of the drinking song in "Robert the Devil." "I say, then, that art being a solemn mission, writers ought, above all things--" "Excuse me," said Colline, who heard one of the small hours striking, "but it's getting to be tomorrow morning very fast." "It is late, in fact," said Carolus.

"Let us go." "Do you live far off ?" "Rue Royale St.Honore, No.

10." Colline had once had occasion to visit this house, and remembered that it was a splendid private mansion.
"I will mention you to my friends," said he to Carolus on parting, "and you may be sure that I shall use all my influence to make them favorably disposed to you.

Ah, let me give you one piece of advice." "Go on," said the other.
"Be very amiable and polite to Mademoiselles Mimi, Musette and Phemie; these ladies exercise an authority over my friends, and by managing to bring their mistresses' influence to bear upon them you will contrive far more easily to obtain what you require from Marcel, Schaunard and Rodolphe." "I'll try," said Carolus.
Next day, Colline tumbled in upon the Bohemian association.