MAR. (in great dejection) Nothing; the larder's empty.
SCH. (looking closely at Mimi) In an hour she'll be dead!
MIMI. I feel so cold!
If I had but my muff here!
My poor hands are simply frozen!
How shall I get them warm?
(Mimi coughs; Rudolph takes her hands in his and chafes them.)
RUD. In mine, in mine, love!
Silence! for speaking tires you.
MIMI. Tis coughing tires me.
I'm used to that, though.
(seeing RUDOLPH'S friends, she calls them by name, when they hasten
to her side)
Good-morrow, Marcel!
Schaunard, Colline, good-morrow!
All are here, as I see, glad to welcome Mimi.
RUD. Hush! Mimi, do not talk.
MIMI. I'll speak low; don't be frightened.
(SCHAUNARD and COLLINE mournfully withdraw; the former sits at the table, burying his face in his hands, the latter is a prey to sad thoughts.)
MIMI. (motioning Marcel to approach) Marcel, now believe me,
A good girl is Musetta.
MAR. (giving Musetta his hand) I know, I know.