Musette threw her arms around Marcel's neck, with a little green boot in each hand, which she smote together like cymbals.

Phemie looked at Schaunard and sobbed.

She could only say, "Oh Alexander, Alexander!" "There is no danger of her refusing the presents of Artaxerxes," murmured Colline the philosopher.
After the first outbursts of joy were over, when the choices had been made and the bills settled, Rodolphe announced to the three girls that they would have to make arrangements to try on their new things the next morning.
"We will go into the country," said he.
"A fine thing to make a fuss of," exclaimed Musette.

"It is not the first time that I have bought, cut out, sewn together, and worn a dress the same day.

Besides, we have the night before us, too.