"Sir," said he to Marcel, "it is the month of April, eighteen hundred and forty, there is mud in the streets, and His Majesty Louis-Philippe is still King of France and Navarre. What!" exclaimed the porter on seeing his former tenant, "Monsieur Schaunard, how did you come here?" "By the telegraph," replied Schaunard. "Ah!" replied the porter, "you are still a joker--" "Durand," said Marcel, "I do not like subordinates mingling in conversation with me, go to the nearest restaurant and have a breakfast for four sent up. Here is the bill of fare," he added, handing him a slip of paper on which he had written it. "Go." "Gentlemen," continued Marcel, addressing the three young fellows, "you invited me to supper last night, allow me to offer you a breakfast this morning, not in my room, but in ours," he added, holding out his hand to Schaunard. "Oh! no," said Schaunard sentimentally, "let us never leave one another." "That's right, we are very comfortable here," added Colline. "To leave you for a moment," continued Rodolphe. "Tomorrow the 'Scarf of Iris,' a fashion paper of which I am editor, appears, and I must go and correct my proofs; I will be back in an hour." "The deuce!" said Colline, "that reminds me that I have a lesson to give to an Indian prince who has come to Paris to learn Arabic." "Go tomorrow," said Marcel. "Oh, no!" said the philosopher, "the prince is to pay me today. And then I must acknowledge to you that this auspicious day would be spoilt for me if I did not take a stroll amongst the bookstalls." "But will you come back?" said Schaunard. "With the swiftness of an arrow launched by a steady hand," replied the philosopher, who loved eccentric imagery. And he went out with Rodolphe. "In point of fact," said Schaunard when left alone with Marcel, "instead of lolling on the sybarite's pillow, suppose I was to go out to seek some gold to appease the cupidity of Monsieur Bernard?" "Then," said Marcel uneasily, "you still mean to move?" "Hang it," replied Schaunard, "I must, since I have received a formal notice to quit, at a cost of five francs." "But," said Marcel, "if you move, shall you take your furniture with you?" "I have that idea. I will not leave a hair, as Monsieur Bernard says." "The deuce! That will be very awkward for me," said Marcel, "since I have hired your room furnished." "There now, that's so," replied Schaunard. "Ah! bah," he added in a melancholy tone, "there is nothing to prove that I shall find my thousand francs today, tomorrow, or even later on." "Stop a bit," exclaimed Marcel, "I have an idea." "Unfold it." "This is the state of things. Legally, this lodging is mine, since I have paid a month in advance." "The lodging, yes, but as to the furniture, if I pay, I can legally take it away, and if it were possible I would even take it away illegally." "So that," continued Marcel, "you have furniture and no lodging, and I have lodging and no furniture."