And breaking the chair against the wall, he threw the fragments into the fireplace. The fire suddenly burst forth again in a bright and merry flame, then making a sign to Colline and Schaunard, the poet took them off with him.
"Where are you going?" asked Marcel.
"To buy some tobacco," they replied.
"At Havana," added Schaunard, with a sign of intelligence to Marcel, who thanked him with a look.
"Why did you not come sooner?" he asked Musette when they were alone together.
"It is true, I am rather behindhand."
"Five days to cross the Pont Neuf. You must have gone round by the Pyrenees?"
Musette bowed her head and was silent.
"Ah, naughty girl," said the artist, sadly tapping his hand lightly on his mistress' breast, "what have you got inside here?"
"You know very well," she retorted quickly.