Despite this incident Mademoiselle Musette had not for a moment the idea of giving her guests the slip and did not put off her party.

She had the courtyard arranged as a drawing room, spread a carpet on the pavement, prepared everything as usual, dressed to receive company, and invited all the tenants to her little entertainment, towards which Heaven contributed its illumination.
This jest had immense success, never had Musette's evenings displayed such go and gaiety; they were still dancing and singing when the porters came to take away furniture and carpets and the company was obliged to withdraw.
Musette bowed her guests out, singing: "They will laugh long and loud, tralala, At my Thursday night's crowd They will laugh long and loud, tralala." Marcel and Rodolphe alone remained with Musette, who ascended to her room where there was nothing left but the bed.
"Ah, but my adventure is no longer such a lively one after all," said Musette.

"I shall have to take up my quarters out of doors." "Oh madame!" said Marcel, "if I had the gifts of Plutus I should like to offer you a temple finer than that of Solomon, but--" "You are not Plutus.

All the same I thank you for your good intentions.
Ah!" she added, glancing around the room, "I was getting bored here, and then the furniture was old.

I had had it nearly six months.