Voltaire used to drink seventy cups a day.

I like mine without sugar, but very hot." "Good heavens! What a learned man!" thought Mimi as she brought the coffee and pipes.
However time was getting on, midnight had long since struck, and Rodolphe sought to make his guests understand that it was time for them to withdraw.

Marcel, who retained all his senses, got up to go.
But Schaunard perceived that there was still some brandy in a bottle, and declared that it could not be midnight so long as there was any left.

As to Colline, he was sitting astride his chair and murmuring in a low voice: "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday." "Hang it all," said Rodolphe, greatly embarrassed, "I cannot give them quarters here tonight; formerly it was all very well, but now it is another thing," he added, looking at Mimi, whose softly kindling eyes seemed to appeal for solitude for their two selves.

"What is to be done?
Give me a bit of advice, Marcel.