MIMI. No! Nothing!
RUD. You are quite pale!
MIMI. (coughing) My breath—'tis the staircase—
(Swoons, and RUDOLPH has hardly time to support her and place her on a chair. She lets fall her candlestick and key.)
RUD. What can I do to aid her?
(Fetches some water, and sprinkles her face.)
Ah! this! How very pale her face is! (Mimi revives) Do you feel better?
MIMI. Yes.
RUD. Here 'tis very chilly.
Nearer the fire be seated an instant.
(conducting her to a chair near the tire)
A little wine?
MIMI. Thank you.