This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the polytechnic students.
It is their day to go out. To-day is Wednesday.
Feuilly, you will see those of the Glaciere, will you not?
Combeferre has promised me to go to Picpus. There is a perfect swarm and an excellent one there.
Bahorel will visit the Estrapade.
Prouvaire, the masons are growing lukewarm; you will bring us news from the lodge of the Rue de Grenelle-Saint-Honore. Joly will go to Dupuytren''s clinical lecture, and feel the pulse of the medical school.
Bossuet will take a little turn in the court and talk with the young law licentiates.
I will take charge of the Cougourde myself."
"That arranges everything," said Courfeyrac.
"No."
"What else is there?"
"A very important thing."
"What is that?" asked Courfeyrac.
"The Barriere du Maine," replied Enjolras.
Enjolras remained for a moment as though absorbed in reflection, then he resumed:--
"At the Barriere du Maine there are marble-workers, painters, and journeymen in the studios of sculptors.
They are an enthusiastic family, but liable to cool off.
I don''t know what has been the matter with them for some time past.
They are thinking of something else. They are becoming extinguished.
They pass their time playing dominoes. There is urgent need that some one should go and talk with them a little, but with firmness.