In fact, I think that to-day, with the present weather, Louis Philippe might utilize his royalty in two directions, he might extend the tip of the sceptre end against the people, and open the umbrella end against heaven."
The room was dark, large clouds had just finished the extinction of daylight.
There was no one in the wine-shop, or in the street, every one having gone off "to watch events."
"Is it mid-day or midnight?" cried Bossuet.
"You can''t see your hand before your face.
Gibelotte, fetch a light."
Grantaire was drinking in a melancholy way.
"Enjolras disdains me," he muttered.
"Enjolras said:
`Joly is ill, Grantaire is drunk.''
It was to Bossuet that he sent Navet. If he had come for me, I would have followed him.⊿本⊿作⊿品⊿由⊿思⊿兔⊿在⊿線⊿閱⊿讀⊿網⊿友⊿整⊿理⊿上⊿傳⊿
So much the worse for Enjolras!
I won''t go to his funeral."
This resolution once arrived at, Bossuet, Joly, and Grantaire did not stir from the wine-shop. By two o''clock in the afternoon, the table at which they sat was covered with empty bottles. Two candles were burning on it, one in a flat copper candlestick which was perfectly green, the other in the neck of a cracked carafe. Grantaire had seduced Joly and Bossuet to wine; Bossuet and Joly had conducted Grantaire back towards cheerfulness.