Farewell, or--till we meet again." "Farewell, then," said Mimi, in trembling tones.
And they separated.

Rodolphe went home and threw himself, without undressing, upon his bed.

At half past eleven, Mademoiselle Mimi entered his room.
"I have come to ask your hospitality," said she.

"Amelie's lover has stayed with her, and I cannot get in." They talked together until three in the morning--an explanatory conversation which grew gradually more familiar.
At four o'clock their candle went out.

Rodolphe wanted to light another.
"No," said Mimi, "it is not worth the trouble.