Since I have got it," added he, "I should like to keep it.

I will tame it and paint it red, it will look livelier.

I am sad since Phemie's departure; it will be a companion to me." "Gentlemen," exclaimed Colline, "notice, I beg of you, that the weathercock has gone round to the south, we shall breakfast." "I should think so," said Marcel, taking up a gold piece, "here is something we will cook with plenty of sauce." They proceeded to a long and serious discussion on the bill of fare.
Each dish was the subject of an argument and a vote.

Omelette souffle, proposed by Schaunard, was anxiously rejected, as were white wines, against which Marcel delivered an oration that brought out his oenophilistic knowledge.
"The first duty of wine is to be red," exclaimed he, "don't talk to me about your white wines." "But," said Schaunard, "Champagne--" "Bah! A fashionable cider! An epileptic licorice-water.

I would give all the cellars of Epernay and Ai for a single Burgundian cask.