Youth is the season of prompt weldings and rapid cicatrisations. Marius, in Courfeyrac’s presence, breathed freely, a new thing for him. Courfeyrac asked him no questions. He did not even think of it. At that age, the countenance tells all at once. Speech is useless. There are some young men of whom we might say their physiog nomies are talkative. They look at one another, they know one another. One morning, however, Courfeyrac abruptly put this question to him. “By the way, have you any political opinions?” “What do you mean?” said Marius, almost offended at the question. “What are you?” “Bonapartist democrat.” “Grey shade of quiet mouse colour,” said Courfeyrac. The next day, Courfeyrac introduced Marius to the Café Musain. Then he whispered in his ear with a smile: “I must give you your admission into the revolution.” And he took him into the room of the Friends of the A B C. He presented him to the other members, saying in an undertone this simple word which Marius did not understand: “A pupil.”
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