Joly looks at the report cards again. "I think it was rather unfair of them to judge our temperance, don't you, my dear? When everyone kept offering us drinks! Well, is a fellow supposed to be rude? Even, even, very serious fellows--even Enjolras drinks! Takes a glass, anyway. When there's a toast going around." So there, oddly judgy ladies with incorrect blood-donation procedures!

...On the other hand mayyybe they had a point, because the world goes a bit wobbly when Joly tries to make a defiant gesture. And wasn't there something... "Oh! The cat! Feuilly, we never did find that little creature-- Oh! our cats!" Pet Owner Guilt sobers him up a little. "Have we been gone only two days? Did anyone go to check on them? How long since--since anyone noticed we were missing?"

It can't have been that long--yes? no?