"See how it rains," said he, calling attention to the noise of the storm that had just broken overhead.
"Sir," said she, pointing to Rodolphe, "this is the gentleman I was expecting this evening."
"Oh!" said Monsieur Benoit, grinning on the wrong end of his face.
Whilst Mademoiselle Mimi was hurriedly getting ready an improvised supper, midnight struck.
"Ah!" said Rodolphe to himself, "the 15th of April is over. I have at length weathered my Cape of Storms. My dear Mimi," said the young man, taking the pretty girl in his arms and kissing her on the back of the neck, "it would have been impossible for you to have allowed me to be turned out of doors. You have the bump of hospitality."
[CHAPTER XI]
A BOHEMIAN CAFE
You shall hear how it came to pass that Carolus Barbemuche, platonist and literary man generally, became a member of the Bohemian Club, in the twenty-fourth year of his age.
At that time, Gustave Colline, the great philosopher, Marcel, the great painter, Schaunard, the great musician, and Rodolphe, the great poet (as they called one another), regularly frequented the Momus Cafe, where they were surnamed "the Four Musqueteers," because they were always seen together. In fact, they came together, went away together, played together, and sometimes didn't pay their shot together, with a unison worthy of the best orchestra.