Combeferre sees the bottles and realizes again that he's already feeling woozy from lack of sleep, but what does that matter? Bahorel is here and boisterous and laughing, and that makes worrying about anything, especially something petty like sleep, almost impossible. "You've become staid in your old age," Combeferre says as he claps Bahorel's shoulder, "and you've set me a good example by arriving early. How kind of you."