"But I stand dinner for the company, wine to any extent." "Going, going, going!" shouted Colline, with three blows of his fist on the table, "no one speaks ?--gone!" "Well it's a bargain!" said Marcel.
"I will send for the picture tomorrow," said the Jew, "and now, gentlemen, to dinner!" The four friends descended the staircase, singing the chorus of "The Huguenots"-- "_A table! A table!_" Medicis treated the Bohemians in a really magnificent way, and gave them their choice of a number of dishes, which until then were completely unknown to them.

Henceforward hot lobster ceased to be a myth with Schaunard, who contracted a passion for it that bordered on delirium.
The four friends departed from the gorgeous banquet as drunk as a vintage-day.

Marcel's intoxication was near having the most deplorable consequences.

In passing by his tailor's, at two in the morning, he absolutely wanted to wake up his creditor, and pay him the hundred and fifty francs on account.

A ray of reason which flashed across the mind of Colline, stopped the artist on the border of this precipice.
A week after, Marcel discovered in what gallery his picture had been placed.