"We shall not breakfast today, the elements are opposed to it." "How so ?" inquired Marcel.
"It is an atmospheric phenomenon I have noted," said the philosopher.

"A wind from the north almost always means abstinence, as one from the south usually means pleasure and good cheer.

It is what philosophy calls a warning from above." Gustave Colline's fasting jokes were savage ones.
At that moment Schaunard, who had plunged one of his hands into the abyss that served him as a pocket, withdrew it with a yell of pain.
"Help, there is something in my coat!" he cried, trying to free his hand, nipped fast in the claws of a live lobster.
To the cry he had uttered, another one replied.

It came from Marcel, who, mechanically putting his hand into his pocket, had there discovered a silver mine that he had forgotten--that is to say, the hundred and fifty francs which Medici had given him the day before in payment for "The Passage of the Red Sea." Memory returned at the same moment to the Bohemians.
"Bow down, gentlemen," said Marcel, spreading out on the table a pile of five-franc pieces, amongst which glittered some new louis.
"One would think they were alive," said Colline.
"Sweet sounds!" said Schaunard, chinking the gold pieces together.
"How pretty these medals are!" said Rodolphe.

"One would take them for fragments of sunshine.