"Now let us tackle Colline, that will be a harder job.

Ah! an idea.

Hi, hi, Colline," he continued, shaking the philosopher.
"What?
what?
what is it ?" "Schaunard has just gone, and has taken your hazel overcoat by mistake." Colline glanced round again, and perceived indeed in the place of his garment, Schaunard's little plaid overcoat.

A sudden idea flashed across his mind and filled him with uneasiness.

Colline, according to his custom, had been book-hunting during the day, and had bought for fifteen sous a Finnish grammar and a little novel of Nisard's entitled "The Milkwoman's Funeral." These two acquisitions were accompanied by seven or eight volumes of philosophy that he had always about him as an arsenal whence to draw reasons in case of an argument.