Enjolras winces a little on Mlle. Fauchelevent's behalf. When Bahorel said the book contained chapters on Marius's courtship and passages on the nature of young womanhood and spring, he hadn't thought the implications through. One more indiscretion and unkindness on Hugo's part, even if this one is less dangerous than others.

On his own behalf...

Well, he's not a young woman, and it's not exactly new, even if the idea of being depicted with florid description in a widely read and influential work is profoundly distasteful. It's also nothing he can do anything about, except ignore it and move on. He grimaces resignedly.

It's written and published, and a martyr's legacy is in the hands of posterity, for whatever ends they might put it to. So be it.