(Enter from the corner of the Rue Mazarin an extremely pretty coquettish-looking young lady. She is followed by a pompous old gentleman, who is both fussy and over-dressed.)
ALCINDORO DE MITONNEAUX. (_joining MUSETTA, out of breath_)
Just like a valet
I must run here and there.
No, no, not for me!
I can stand it no more.
(MUSETTA_ without noticing_ ALCINDORO_, takes a vacant seat, outside the café._) How now? Outside? Here?
MUS. (without noticing his protests, he fearing to remain outside in the cold) Sit down, Lulu!
ALC. (in great irritation, sits down, and turns up his coat collar)
Such a term of fond endearment
Pray do not apply to me!
MUS. Now, don't be Blue Beard, pray!
(_A waiter approaches briskly, to prepare the table and begins to serve. SCHAUNARD and COLLINE furtively watch MUSETTA. MARCEL feigns the greatest indifference. RUDOLPH devotes all his attention to MIMI._)
SCH. (at the sight of the old gentleman with his decorations)
He's had a pretty good dose, I reckon.
COL. (_scrutinizing _ALCINDORO) The naughty, naughty elder!
MAR. (contemptuously) With his good young Susanna.