Bossuet takes a moment for amused aesthetic appreciation of Enjolras-in-mourning-suit-among-gaudy-ceiling-cherubs. What a world this is.

In fact, it's a world in which kittens detach themselves from one's leg and leap--digging in an impossible number of claws--over to attack the trouser cuffs of said mourning suit.

"They're brigands," Bossuet says, without moving to defend his friend.