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“It is late, in fact,” said Carolus; “let us go.”

“Do you live far off?”

“Rue Royale St. Honoré, No. 10.”

Colline had once had occasion to visit this house, and remembered that it was a splendid private mansion.

“I will mention you to my friends,” said he to Carolus, on parting; and you may be sure that I shall use all my influence to make them favorably disposed to you. Ah, let me give you one piece of advice.”

“Go on,” said the other.

“Be very amiable and polite to Mademoiselles Mimi, Musette and Phémie; these ladies exercise an authority over my friends, and by managing to bring their mistress’ influence to bear upon them you will contrive far more easily to obtain what you require from Marcel, Schaunard and Rodolphe.”

“I’ll try,” said Carolus.

Next day, Colline tumbled in upon the Bohemian association. It was the hour of breakfast, and, for a wonder, breakfast had come with the hour. The three couples were at table, feasting on artichokes and pepper-sauce.

“The deuce!” exclaimed the philosopher; “this can’t last, or the world would come to an end. I arrive,” he continued, “as the ambassador of the generous mortal whom we met last night.”

“Can he be sending already to ask for his money again?” said Marcel.

“It has nothing to do with that,” replied Colline. “This young man wishes to be one of us; to have stock in our society, and share the profits, of course.”

The three men raised their heads and looked at one another.

“That’s all,” concluded Colline; “now the question is open.”