Rodolphe, questioned as to the profession already revealed by his garb, confessed his relation with the Muses, and stood a second round of drinks.

As the waiter was going off with the bottle Schaunard requested him to be good enough to forget it.

He had heard the silvery tinkle of a couple of five-franc pieces in one of Colline's pockets.

Rodolphe had soon reached the same level of expansiveness as the two friends, and poured out his confidences in turn.
They would no doubt have passed the night at the cafe if they had not been requested to leave.

They had not gone ten steps, which had taken them a quarter of an hour to accomplish, before they were surprised by a violent downpour.