Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2013 10:02:51 GMT -5
Combeferre looked over at the woman when she responded to his compliment. “Forgive me if I have offended you—but you are a lady to me, and anyone who has said otherwise couldn’t be farther than the truth. If you would prefer I addressed you informally, than I must insist that you call me simply Combeferre. It’s only fair that way, isn’t it?” he answered, clasping his hands behind his back with a smile. He did not want her to think that he thought he was better than her in any way, because he was not. They were all human beings, they were all God’s children, and he regarded her as such with no thought to where she came from—to him that was not important.
He wondered if he had scared her with all the books he had suggested—it had been a lot. “We don’t have to do them all at once, of course—we can just start with Aristotle.” he clarified. “I know it’s a lot to study in so little time, but we’ll make do and I have the utmost faith in your learning abilities.” he stated, chancing another glance at her before looking back to the street. His reference to so little time was of course referring to the fact that Enjolras was planning something, and said plan would be executed very soon. Obviously when that happened, their lessons would cease. He didn’t mention this though because he was not one to put a damper on things—despite his generally blunt and logical nature, he did not like being the negative one. That honor was reserved for Grantaire, who seemed too drunk to care.
He did not like thinking of what would or could happen in the days to come, but he was not naïve enough to ignore it. Everything had changed and definitely not for the better, and the plans and schemes running through his head were certainly enough to cause him a great deal of stress. This would be a welcome distraction from the weighty business of planning a government uprising. It was not enough to make him abandon their cause—he never would do that—but it was enough to soothe his nerves for at least a little while.
He was almost disappointed when they reached her house because he in all honesty had enjoyed speaking with her. “Combeferre.” he corrected gently when she called him ‘monsieur’ again. “No, no, tomorrow would be fine. I don’t have any classes tomorrow afternoon if that is acceptable for you. It’s number 35 Rue Valette, I’m on the second floor.” At her gratitude, he smiled and shook his head. “No thanks are needed, ma—Eponine. I look forward to teaching you.” He bowed and tipped his hat. “Good night.” he stated, still smiling as he went on his way.
He wondered if he had scared her with all the books he had suggested—it had been a lot. “We don’t have to do them all at once, of course—we can just start with Aristotle.” he clarified. “I know it’s a lot to study in so little time, but we’ll make do and I have the utmost faith in your learning abilities.” he stated, chancing another glance at her before looking back to the street. His reference to so little time was of course referring to the fact that Enjolras was planning something, and said plan would be executed very soon. Obviously when that happened, their lessons would cease. He didn’t mention this though because he was not one to put a damper on things—despite his generally blunt and logical nature, he did not like being the negative one. That honor was reserved for Grantaire, who seemed too drunk to care.
He did not like thinking of what would or could happen in the days to come, but he was not naïve enough to ignore it. Everything had changed and definitely not for the better, and the plans and schemes running through his head were certainly enough to cause him a great deal of stress. This would be a welcome distraction from the weighty business of planning a government uprising. It was not enough to make him abandon their cause—he never would do that—but it was enough to soothe his nerves for at least a little while.
He was almost disappointed when they reached her house because he in all honesty had enjoyed speaking with her. “Combeferre.” he corrected gently when she called him ‘monsieur’ again. “No, no, tomorrow would be fine. I don’t have any classes tomorrow afternoon if that is acceptable for you. It’s number 35 Rue Valette, I’m on the second floor.” At her gratitude, he smiled and shook his head. “No thanks are needed, ma—Eponine. I look forward to teaching you.” He bowed and tipped his hat. “Good night.” he stated, still smiling as he went on his way.
