"Well, we can salvage our respectability like any so-called Madame Whoever and her shopkeeper and their five children, and have it that we've been married all this time. How dare you imply otherwise?"

Oh all right, he'll behave. He runs his fingers through Joly's hair. "Hm. Hm, hm. There were the--birds--that's the wrong way to put it, of course, but it will have to do for now. But also we had just... It was like 1830 again. That summer, after. --Do you remember the other birds? Enjolras with an eagle, of course. Bahorel with--something loud and very very red.""