She's very aware of her dirty overcoat and worn boots -- she is not the
sort of girl who breakfasts or has tea in cafes very often, more the sort
that gets chased out of awnings for making a place look vulgar and cheap.
Eponine isn't sure what a cafe is like here, if it's the same as in Paris,
but the idea of tea with Marius in a warm new place is exciting, and the
idea of pastries makes her stomach grumble a little. She cannot properly
remember the last time she ate, which is more usual than not. She's not too
good to accept food when it's offered.
"It is a good madness," she says, slowly, "I think." Already she's
beginning to wonder what else is different here.
"Yes, take me to tea, Monsieur Marius," she says, lightly, though his
failing smile worries her. "Are there any others here from our Paris?"
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Date: 2017-12-11 07:13 pm (UTC)She's very aware of her dirty overcoat and worn boots -- she is not the sort of girl who breakfasts or has tea in cafes very often, more the sort that gets chased out of awnings for making a place look vulgar and cheap. Eponine isn't sure what a cafe is like here, if it's the same as in Paris, but the idea of tea with Marius in a warm new place is exciting, and the idea of pastries makes her stomach grumble a little. She cannot properly remember the last time she ate, which is more usual than not. She's not too good to accept food when it's offered.
"It is a good madness," she says, slowly, "I think." Already she's beginning to wonder what else is different here.
"Yes, take me to tea, Monsieur Marius," she says, lightly, though his failing smile worries her. "Are there any others here from our Paris?"