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[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras is in his room, settled on the sofa with a book on the history of Thedas that he borrowed from the library. Every so often he makes a note in his commonplace notebook.

Combeferre isn't in, but he left the television playing his favorite channel, one which shows documentaries about the natural world. Enjolras turned the volume quieter and left it at that. Right now a man is enthusing, with measured speech and deliberate enunciation, about the wonders of water in subterranean caverns.

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[merryeccentricities]

Joly nods. "I hope we'll see M. Fauchelevent soon, and can tell him. I--if we don't, his daughter comes here sometimes. I don't know if...if she knows, or should know, anything of it."

He's not exactly asking Enjolras for guidance in how to handle telling a woman news, here. But it's a point of fact to note.

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras nods.

"I don't know either. She married Marius afterwards, so she has to know a little, but..." A shrug.

But maybe only a little. Bahorel and Combeferre both feel strongly that she needs to be told about Hugo's book, by her father or otherwise. But illegal activity that the men of her family are suspected of, or genuinely guilty of, that's something else -- and ignorance is a protection for everyone, often.

(The narration, as always, would like to apologize for the 19th century. Enjolras has shed some habits of thought, but others remain. And anyway, there were plenty of them who kept secrets from both the men and the women of their families, for safety's sake.)

"She might bring him a letter, if it seemed warranted, I suppose."