The idea of this library being in the hands of Schaunard threw him into a cold perspiration.
"The wretch!" exclaimed Colline, "what did he take my greatcoat for ?" "It was by mistake." "But my books.

He may put them to some improper purpose." "Do not be afraid, he will not read them," said Rodolphe.
"No, but I know him; he is capable of lighting his pipe with them." "If you are uneasy you can catch him up," said Rodolphe.

"He has only just this moment gone out, you will overtake him at the street door." "Certainly I will overtake him," replied Colline, putting on his hat, the brim of which was so broad that tea for six people might have been served upon it.
"Two," said Marcel to Rodolphe, "now you are free.

I am off, and I will tell the porter not to open the outer door if anyone knocks." "Goodnight and thanks," said Rodolphe.
As he was showing his friend out Rodolphe heard on the staircase a prolonged mew, to which his carroty cat replied by another, whilst trying at the same time to slip out adroitly by the half-opened door.
"Poor Romeo!" said Rodolphe, "there is his Juliet calling him.

Come, off with you," he added opening the door to the enamored beast, who made a single leap down the stairs into its lover's arms.
Left alone with his mistress, who standing before the glass was curling her hair in a charmingly provocative attitude, Rodolphe approached Mimi and passed his arms around her.