If only the new tenant don't come moving in just as Monsieur Schaunard is moving out! That would make a nice mess! Well, sure enough," he exclaimed, suddenly putting his head out of his little window, "here he comes, the new tenant!" In fact, a young man in a white hat, followed by a porter who did not seem over-burdened by the weight of his load, had just entered the court.

"Is my room ready ?" he demanded of the house-porter, who had stepped out to meet him.
"Not yet, sir, but it will be in a moment.

The person who occupies it has gone after a cart for his things.

Meanwhile, sir, you may put your furniture in the court." "I am afraid it's going to rain," replied the young man, chewing a bouquet of violets which he held in his mouth, "My furniture might be spoiled.

My friend," continued he, turning to the man who was behind him, with something on a trunk which the porter could not exactly make out, "put that down and go back to my old lodging to fetch the remaining valuables." The man ranged along the wall several frames six or seven feet high, folded together, and apparently being capable of being extended.
"Look here," said the new-comer to his follower, half opening one of the screens and showing him a rent in the canvas, "what an accident! You have cracked my grand Venetian glass.