This is not Rodolphe's room." "I beg your pardon, sir, it is." "You must be making a mistake, my good man." "What do you mean ?" "Decidedly you must be making a mistake," said Colline, pointing to the patent leather boots.

"What are those ?" "Those are Monsieur Rodolphe's boots.

What is there to be wondered at in that ?" "And these ?" asked Colline, pointing to the lady's boots.

"Are they Monsieur Rodolphe's too ?" "Those are his wife's," said the porter.
"His wife's!" exclaimed Colline in a tone of stupefaction.

"Ah! The voluptuary, that is why he will not open the door." "Well," said the porter, "he is free to do as he likes about that, sir.
If you will leave me your name I will let him know you called." "No," said Colline.