RUD. The man in love is always jealous, darling.
MIMI. Are you then in love?
RUD. (squeezing her arm in his)
Yes, so much in love!
Are you?
MIMI. Yes, deeply.
(Enter from the café, COLLINE, SCHAUNARD and MARCEL carrying a table. A waiter follows with chairs. The townsfolks seated near seem vexed at the noise which the three friends are making, for they soon get up and walk away.)
COL. The vulgar herd I hate, just as I did Horace.
SCH. And I, when I am eating,
I can't stand being crowded.
MAR. (to the waiter) Smartly!
SCH. For many!