Courfeyrac passes into the room at once, clasping Enjolras' shoulder as he does. And yes, there he is. Combeferre. Much as he loves all his friends, he has missed Combeferre - the man is so different from him, his company is an entirely different pleasure from those who have more similar tastes to his own.

He looks at him sleeping for a moment - yes, he is really here, it is really him - and then turns to Enjolras with a grin.

'I knew he would come eventually. And now only two remain.'

And Marius. He would dearly like to see Marius.

'How is he?'