There's no one else to send, in any case. It's Grantaire now, or no one now and another tomorrow; if Grantaire fails, well then, another tomorrow.
What is there to lose? Only time, and enough of that has been spent already in this matter.
And perhaps this is Grantaire's moment; he may discover his convictions, or at least the satisfaction of a good end achieved, a fraternity of effort as well as of good humor. Enjolras doubts the likelihood, but he has hope. Grantaire, too, is a citizen of France. And he has skills -- his words, his learning, his honesty, even his raucous good humor -- if only he would apply them to any useful purpose.
Enjolras weighs these thoughts in his mind: then he gestures, small and decisive.
"Grantaire, I agree to try you."
What is there to lose, after all?
"You'll go to the Barrière du Maine."
And the rest of them will be able to get back to work.
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What is there to lose? Only time, and enough of that has been spent already in this matter.
And perhaps this is Grantaire's moment; he may discover his convictions, or at least the satisfaction of a good end achieved, a fraternity of effort as well as of good humor. Enjolras doubts the likelihood, but he has hope. Grantaire, too, is a citizen of France. And he has skills -- his words, his learning, his honesty, even his raucous good humor -- if only he would apply them to any useful purpose.
Enjolras weighs these thoughts in his mind: then he gestures, small and decisive.
"Grantaire, I agree to try you."
What is there to lose, after all?
"You'll go to the Barrière du Maine."
And the rest of them will be able to get back to work.