Enjolras indicates faces among those he did recognize, now, with small, spare gestures. "These I know left." And thus probably survived, though for most of them there's no way to know. Ordinary workmen rarely make it into newspapers or history books, especially by avoiding the police's notice. "The rest, no."

And thus are dead. Barring other miracles like Marius's rescue -- and for some, he knows they were beyond the reach of any rescue.

But that's an undertone; not exactly an aside, not for so solemn a topic, but not the immediate problem to discuss.

"I hesitate to count too much on his stupidity, lest it fail just when we wish it wouldn't." That's a little dry. "And the trouble is how much he already knows. But if any of us see the opportunity... done with care, it's not likely to hurt, and it might help. What sort are you thinking?"