ALC. What imprudence!
Nothing short of scandal!
Musetta, shame!
(Hides her shoe under his coat, which he hastily buttons up; hurries off the stage.)
MAR. (greatly agitated)
Ah! golden youth! you are not dead, not dead for me,
For love revives again in me;
If at my door you came to greet me,
My heart would straight go out to meet thee!
(MUSETTA and MARCEL embrace with much fervor.)
MUS. Marcel!
MAR. Enchantress!
SCH. This is the final tableau! (A waiter brings in the bill.)
RUD., COL. and SCH. The bill!
SCH. What a bother!
COL. Who bade him bring it?