“Yes. What is the advice?”
“Don’t go.”
Adams laughed as he turned on his heel, and Schaunard laughed as he closed the door.
A passer-by might have imagined that the two men had just exchanged a good joke.
Before Adams had taken three steps, the door of the shop re-opened, and Schaunard’s voice called again.
“Yes?” said Adams, turning.
“You need not pay me for the gun till you come back.”
“Right,” said Adams, laughing. “I will call in and pay you for it when I come back. Au revoir.”
“Adieu.”