[Protocol thusly established, Grantaire jumps up with more dexterity than a man in his current state of drunkenness has any rights to possess in order to fetch her a drink, and then he holds her chair for her with a small flourish of a bow. All this not just for a friend but for Grantaire's particularly undiscerning appreciation for the fairer sex. That this was a friend he knew (and yet didn't) only meant there were more things to talk about and disagree upon than with a usual woman.]

"Such a way." You meant to say it isn't just you then? You recognized me straight away, so it hadn't occurred to me that seeing me was so unusual. What gave me away?