Quite right! It is the role of other men to second guess me. But if I am not, Courfeyrac, surely it cannot be you. You're much to pretty for that reprobate who frequently darkens a corner of my table. [as spoken by the homeliest man in all of France.]
It was not my intention to wound. Only to say that I much prefer this Courfeyrac to the form with which I'm more familiar. Please stay. Drinks are on me.
But if you'll pardon me. Shall I offer a chair for the lady, or have my amie seat herself?
I think you should offer me a chair, ami. And drinks would be more than welcome... It is a shock for me to see you in such a way as well... even if I had been forewarned.
[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?
[Courfeyrac is content to watch him rush around to make her comfortable. She accepts the seat and the drink with a bright smile before taking a sip of it... And considering what he asks.]
It isn't just me, no... Rather, I'm perfectly normal for what I know... it's you that's the strange one. [She pauses a moment, still grinning.] The bottle.
The bottle is my constant companion, it's true. One of the only sure things in life.
[and with that he takes a drink]
So if you are perfectly normal, not a curse as I'd assumed, and I myself am also normal. What then? I am not a man who believes such fantasy-- as you well know, Courfeyrac-- yet I am forced to believe my own eyes. Instead, shall we simply accept our positions here and continue on? [he waves his hand vaguely] How fairs the dialogue with Les Amies? The future of the republic still hanging in the balance?
I know that these such things may be hard to fathom, Grantaire.... But you'll find yourself far less stressed in the coming times if you don't question, but merely accept.
[She leans in, resting her cheek on her palm.]
Not quite... More studies, less revolution. Not quite as pressing as our dear Amis.
[For the most part, and for all purposes of this conversation, they are fairly modern women.]
[There is a brief moment where he tries to figure out a more delicate way to phrase this so as not to scare off his female companion (something he would not have done if faced with the male Courfeyrac) but proceeds anyway]
[You've got his interest and his curiosity, but the wine has dulled his ability to speculate properly. Women who study law? What a novel and progressive idea! He looks impressed. Of course, it would be his friends among the educated women]
Studying law to what end? For the sake of learning, or are there occupations in law a woman can take? And what of Joly's medicine? Does she still come down with every ailment in the book?
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[See how wounded she is? She's pouting, R.]
And here I was, about to offer to sit for a drink with you.
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But if you'll pardon me. Shall I offer a chair for the lady, or have my amie seat herself?
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tl;dr inner dialogue
"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?
delicious tl;dr~
It isn't just me, no... Rather, I'm perfectly normal for what I know... it's you that's the strange one. [She pauses a moment, still grinning.] The bottle.
sorry for the delay
The bottle is my constant companion, it's true. One of the only sure things in life.
[and with that he takes a drink]
So if you are perfectly normal, not a curse as I'd assumed, and I myself am also normal. What then? I am not a man who believes such fantasy-- as you well know, Courfeyrac-- yet I am forced to believe my own eyes. Instead, shall we simply accept our positions here and continue on? [he waves his hand vaguely] How fairs the dialogue with Les Amies? The future of the republic still hanging in the balance?
<3 no problem at all!
[She leans in, resting her cheek on her palm.]
Not quite... More studies, less revolution. Not quite as pressing as our dear Amis.
[For the most part, and for all purposes of this conversation, they are fairly modern women.]
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More studies? And what topics of study are you working on? [because women's higher education is still a few thing to him]
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Well, more studies than revolutions for us. But I don't believe the topic changed... Law.
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There are women who study law?
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You're looking at one of many. Perhaps not as common with Les Amis as it is with us.
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Studying law to what end? For the sake of learning, or are there occupations in law a woman can take? And what of Joly's medicine? Does she still come down with every ailment in the book?
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Yes, she studies medicine... And falls 'ill' with every malady she learns. Some things will never change, I imagine.