Invent a trick to get rid of them." "No, I won't invent," replied Marcel, "but I will imitate.

I remember a play in which a sharp servant manages to get rid of three rascals as drunk as Silenus who are at his master's." "I recollect it," said Rodolphe, "it is in 'Kean.' Indeed, the situation is the same." "Well," said Marcel, "we will see if the stage holds the glass up to human nature.

Stop a bit, we will begin with Schaunard.

Here, I say, Schaunard." "Eh?
What is it ?" replied the latter, who seemed to be floating in the elysium of mild intoxication.
"There is nothing more to drink here, and we are all thirsty." "Yes," said Schaunard, "bottles are so small." "Well," continued Marcel, "Rodolphe has decided that we shall pass the night here, but we must go and get something before the shops are shut." "My grocer lives at the corner of the street," said Rodolphe.

"Do you mind going there, Schaunard?
You can fetch two bottles of rum, to be put down to me." "Oh! yes, certainly," said Schaunard, making a mistake in his greatcoat and taking that of Colline, who was tracing figures on the table cloth with his knife.
"One," said Marcel, when Schaunard had gone.