MIMI. (_to _RUDOLPH) And her clothes are smart, too!
RUD. The angels can't afford them.
(A piquet of the National Guard passes across the square; some shop-keepers go home; at the corner of the street the chestnut-seller does a thriving trade; the old clothes dealer fills her barrel with clothes, and goes away with it over her shoulder.)
MUS. (disconcerted at not being noticed by her friends)
Marcel can see me,
But he won't look, the villain!
And Schaunard!
They provoke me past bearing!
Ah! could I but beat them!
If I could, I would scratch!
But I only have to back me
This old pelican!
No matter! (calls the waiter who has gone away)
Hi! waiter, here! (the waiter hurriedly approaches)
See, this plate has a horrid smell of onions!
(dashes the plate on the ground; the waiter picks up the pieces)
ALC. Don't, Musetta! do be quiet!
MUS. (irritated, still watching MARCEL) He won't look round! Now I could beat him!
ALC. What's the matter?
MUS. (sharply) I meant the waiter!
ALC. Manners! Manners! (Takes the bill from the waiter and orders the supper.)
MUS. (more irritated)
Such a bore!
Just let me have my own way.
If you please; I won't be ruled by you!