Enjolras glimpsed a luminous uprising beneath the dingy folds of the future. Who knows? Perhaps the moment was coming. The people grabbing back their rights, what a beautiful sight! The revolution majestically taking back possession of France and telling the world: to be continued tomorrow! Enjolras was happy. The furnace was heating up. At that very moment he had a powder trail of friends scattered all over Paris….Everyone was on the job. The result would surely be worth the effort. All was well. This made him think of Grantaire.
“Wait,” he said to himself, “the barrière du Maine is hardly out of my way. What if I went on as far as Richefeu’s? Let’s have a peek at what Grantaire is up to and how far he’s got.”