They probably ought to be going along to their room, but the hallway is empty; Cosette catches up Marius's hands and beams at him, caught up in the beautiful prospect.

"Our own little place. Something humble, something sweet, that's all we would need."

And then she falters a little, as a little more reality catches up.

"Do you think your grandfather would be very upset? We'd be in Paris still, we could visit very easily."