“Yes.”
“Blank.”
“What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long reverie.] Two.”
“One.”
“Neither five nor one. That’s bad for you.”
“Domino.”
“Plague take it!”
BOOK SECOND—ÉPONINE
CHAPTER I—THE LARK’S MEADOW
Marius had witnessed the unexpected termination of the ambush upon whose track he had set Javert; but Javert had no sooner quitted the building, bearing off his prisoners in three hackney-coaches, than Marius also glided out of the house. It was only nine o’clock in the evening. Marius betook himself to Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac was no longer the imperturbable inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la Verrerie “for political reasons”; this quarter was one where, at that epoch, insurrection liked to install itself. Marius said to Courfeyrac: “I have come to sleep with you.” Courfeyrac dragged a mattress off his bed, which was furnished with two, spread it out on the floor, and said: “There.”