Going upstairs he found his carroty-haired cat giving vent to piteous mewings.

For two nights already it has thus been vainly summoning its faithless love, an agora Manon Lescaut, who had started on a campaign of gallantry on the house-tops adjacent.
"Poor beast," said Rodolphe, "you have been deceived.

Your Mimi has jilted you like mine has jilted me.

Bah! Let us console ourselves.

You see, my poor fellow, the hearts of women and she-cats are abysses that neither men nor toms will ever fathom." When he entered his room, although it was fearfully hot, Rodolphe seemed to feel a cloak of ice about his shoulders.