Enjolras isn't certain what response Grantaire expects from him. Fortunately, the answer seems to be 'none.' Grantaire is already turning to go.
All of this -- the pointless show, the alcohol fumes and drunken ebullience, the frequent outpouring of empty words -- would be mere foibles, easily tolerated, if only Grantaire would balance them by turning his talents to any good use, or finding in himself a conviction for something greater. He may yet.
It would be a welcome change.
Enjolras watches him leave; then he turns his attention back to his conversation with Combeferre, and the luncheon he has mostly forgotten in favor of more important matters.
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All of this -- the pointless show, the alcohol fumes and drunken ebullience, the frequent outpouring of empty words -- would be mere foibles, easily tolerated, if only Grantaire would balance them by turning his talents to any good use, or finding in himself a conviction for something greater. He may yet.
It would be a welcome change.
Enjolras watches him leave; then he turns his attention back to his conversation with Combeferre, and the luncheon he has mostly forgotten in favor of more important matters.