"Then I will take care of that little parcel under your arm, which might be in your way." "Monsieur Porter," exclaimed the artist, with a dignified air, "you mistrust me, perhaps! Do you think I am carrying away my furniture in a handkerchief ?" "Excuse me," answered the porter, dropping his tone a little, "but such are my orders.

Monsieur Bernard has expressly charged me not to let you take away a hair before you have paid." "But look, will you ?" said Schaunard, opening his bundle, "these are not hairs, they are shirts, and I am taking them to my washerwoman, who lives next door to the money changer's twenty steps off." "That alters the case," said the porter, after he had examined the contents of the bundle.

"Would it be impolite, Monsieur Schaunard, to inquire your new address ?" "Rue de Rivoli!" replied the artist, and having once got outside the gate, he made off as fast as possible.
"Rue de Rivoli!" muttered the porter, scratching his nose, "it's very odd they should have let him lodgings in the Rue de Rivoli, and never come here to ask about him.

Very odd, that.

At any rate, he can't carry off his furniture without paying.