They then parted, each on their separate way.

Their separation was agreed upon.
Rodolphe returned home, and spent the day in packing up all the things belonging to his mistress.
During the day that followed his divorce, he received the visit of several friends, and announced to them what had happened.

Every one congratulated him on this event as on a piece of great good fortune.
"We will aid you, oh poet!" said one of those who had been the most frequent spectator of the annoyances Mademoiselle Mimi had made Rodolphe undergo, "we will help you to free your heart from the clutches of this evil creature.

In a little while you will be cured, and quite ready to rove with another Mimi along the green lanes of Aulnay and Fontenay-aux-Roses." Rodolphe swore that he had forever done with regrets and despair.

He even let himself be led away to the Bal Mabille, when his dilapidated get-up did scant honor to "The Scarf of Iris," his editorship of which procured him free admission to this garden of elegance and pleasure.
There Rodolphe met some fresh friends, with whom he began to drink.