"Oh, how pleased you are!"
A cloud passed over Marius's forehead, and he clutched Éponine's arm.
"Swear one thing."
"Swear?" she said. "What do you mean by that? Indeed, you want me to swear?"
And she burst into a laugh.
"Your father! Promise me, Éponine,—swear to me that you will never tell your father that address."
She turned to him with an air of stupefaction. "Éponine! how do you know that is my name?"
"Promise me what I ask you."
But she did not seem to hear him.
"That is nice! You called me Éponine!"