Part 30 (2/2)
”What an a.r.s.enal of elegancies!” said Marcel.
”Three hats!” exclaimed Schaunard, in ecstasy. ”Can a man want three hats when he had but one head?”
”And the boots!” said Rodolphe, ”only look!”
”What a number of boots!” howled Colline.
In a twinkling of an eye each had selected a complete equipment.
”Till this evening,” said they, taking leave of Barbemuche. ”The ladies intend to be most dazzling.”
”But,” said Barbemuche, casting a glance at the emptied wardrobe. ”You have left me nothing. What am I to wear?”
”Ah, it's different with you,” said Rodolphe. ”You are the master of the house; you need not stand upon etiquette.”
”But I have only my dressing gown and slippers, flannel waistcoat and trousers with stocking feet. You have taken everything.”
”Never mind; we excuse you beforehand,” replied the four.
A very good dinner was served at six. The company arrived, Marcel limping and out of humor. The young viscount rushed up to the ladies and led them to the best seats. Mimi was dressed with fanciful elegance; Musette got up with seductive taste; Phemie looked like a stained gla.s.s window, and hardly dared sit down.
The dinner lasted two hours and a half, and was delightfully lively. The young viscount, who sat next to Mimi, kept treading on her foot. Phemie took twice of every dish. Schaunard was in clover. Rodolphe improvised sonnets and broke gla.s.ses in marking the rhyme. Colline talked to Marcel, who remained sulky.
”What is the matter with you?” asked the philosopher.
”My feet are in torture; this Carolus has boots like a woman's.”
”He must be given to understand that, for the future, some of his shoes are to be made a little larger. Be easy, I will see to it. But now to the drawing room, where the coffee and liquers await us.”
The revelry recommenced with increased noise. Schaunard seated himself at the piano and executed, with immense spirit, his new symphony, ”The Death of the Damsel.” To this succeeded the characteristic piece of ”The Creditor's March,” which was twice encored, and two chords of the piano were broken.
Marcel was still morose, and replied to the complaints and expostulations of Carolus:
”My dear sir, we shall never be intimate friends, and for this reason: Physical differences are almost always the certain sign of a moral difference; on this point philosophy and medicine agree.”
”Well?” said Carolus.
”Well,” continued Marcel, showing his feet, ”your boots, infinitely too small for me, indicate a radical difference of temper and character; in other respects, your little party has been charming.”
At one in the morning the guests took leave, and zig-zagged homeward.
Barbemuche felt very ill, and made incoherent harangues to his pupil, who, for his part, was dreaming of Mademoiselle Mimi's blue eyes.
CHAPTER XIII
THE HOUSE WARMING
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