She frowns and looks up, thinking. "Bossuet...? It's familiar...You don't mean Bahorel--? oh, I know that sounds rude, but he says he won't have any of us calling him Monsieur. But Bossuet,oh, it is familiar, who was it?"

"Legle." Joly says it in recognition, not in answer. He's staring at a photograph at a far end of the wall, older than some of the others, slightly spotted. Bossuet is there, not staring at the camera for a portrait but looking up at Joly and Musichetta, both of them sharply dressed and falling over each other into Bossuet's lap, all three of them laughing and looking impossibly happy.