RUD. How now?
MAR. How now?
(SCHAUNARD places the rolls on the table.)
MAR. (disdainfully) Some bread!
COL. (taking a herring out of the bag, and putting it on the table)
A dish that's worthy of Demosthenes:
'Tis a herring!
SCH. 'Tis salted!
COL. 'Our dinner is ready! (Seating themselves at the table, they pretend to be having a sumptuous meal.)
MAR. This is a food that the gods might envy.
SCH. (placing Colline's hat on the table, and thrusting a bottle of water into it) Now the champagne in the ice must go.
RUD. (to MARCEL, offering him some bread) Choose, my lord marquis—salmon or turbot? (_His offer is accepted, when, turning to _SCHAUNARD, he proffers another crust of bread.) Now, duke, here's a choice vol-au-vent with mushrooms. (He politely declines, and pours out a glass of water, which he hands to Marcel.)