"Do you have an opium-pipe?" Lesgle lifts his head and looks around. "No?" Sigh. He wonders if it's one of the things the Bar doesn't provide: it might be.
"Well, as to what troubles me with this, I...give me some time. Let me read the rest of the book, or at least the relevant portions? I present myself as an example to you, Bahorel, of how even a steady man with hardly any propriety or modesty might be bowled over by your news, whether or not you think he ought to be. I'll do my reading, I'll talk to Joly, but for Grantaire, for the others--"
There's a scratching at the door, and two papers slid underneath. Lesgle rolls himself over two or three times rather than stand up, and reads the notes. "Combeferre is here--come to Enjolras's room in two or three hours--no--come to Joly and Bossuet's room at once."
Well. This is enough to make him sit up, stand up, and even abandon his bottle(s) of drink.
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Date: 2014-12-18 03:51 pm (UTC)"Well, as to what troubles me with this, I...give me some time. Let me read the rest of the book, or at least the relevant portions? I present myself as an example to you, Bahorel, of how even a steady man with hardly any propriety or modesty might be bowled over by your news, whether or not you think he ought to be. I'll do my reading, I'll talk to Joly, but for Grantaire, for the others--"
There's a scratching at the door, and two papers slid underneath. Lesgle rolls himself over two or three times rather than stand up, and reads the notes. "Combeferre is here--come to Enjolras's room in two or three hours--no--come to Joly and Bossuet's room at once."
Well. This is enough to make him sit up, stand up, and even abandon his bottle(s) of drink.