I shall never get them; that would be too much like magic.

Let me see: I give myself five minutes to find out how to obtain them;" and burying his head between his knees, he descended into the depths of reflection.
The five minutes elapsed, and Schaunard raised his head without having found anything which resembled seventy-five francs.
"Decidedly, I have but one way of getting out of this, which is simply to go away.

It is fine weather and my friend Monsieur Chance may be walking in the sun.

He must give me hospitality till I have found the means of squaring off with Monsieur Bernard." Having stuffed into the cellar-like pockets of his overcoat all the articles they would hold, Schaunard tied up some linen in a handkerchief, and took an affectionate farewell of his home.

While crossing the court, he was suddenly stopped by the porter, who seemed to be on the watch for him.
"Hallo! Monsieur Schaunard," cried he, blocking up the artist's way, "don't you remember that this is the eighth of April ?" "Eight and eight make sixteen just, Put down six and carry one," hummed Schaunard.