"One day, as Marcel furtively kissed a bunch of ribbons that Musetta had left behind, he saw Rudolph hiding away a bonnet, that same pink bonnet which Mimi had forgotten.
"'Good!' muttered Marcel, 'he's as craven-hearted as I am.'"
* * * * *
"A gay life, yet a terrible one."
ACT IV
IN THE ATTIC
(As in Act I)
(MARCEL,_as before, stands in front of his easel, while RUDOLPH sits at his writing table; each trying to make the other believe that he is working indefatigably, whereas they are really only gossiping.)_
MAR. (resuming his talk) In a coupé?
RUD. Yes, in carriage and pair did she merrily hail me.
"Well, Musetta," I questioned:
"How's your heart?"
"It beats not—or I don't feel it—Thanks
to this velvet I'm wearing!"