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The Society of the Friends of the A B C affiliated to the Mutualists of Angers, and to the Cougourde of Aix, met, as we have seen, in the Cafe Musain. These same young men assembled also, as we have stated already, in a restaurant wine-shop of the Rue Mondetour which was called Corinthe. These meetings were secret.
I can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in hand." "Be serious," said Enjolras. "I am wild," replied Grantaire. Enjolras meditated for a few moments, and made the gesture of a man who has taken a resolution. "Grantaire," he said gravely, "I consent to try you. You shall go to the Barriere du Maine." Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Cafe Musain.
They assembled in Paris in two localities, near the fish-market, in a wine-shop called Corinthe, of which more will be heard later on, and near the Pantheon in a little cafe in the Rue Saint-Michel called the Cafe Musain, now torn down; the first of these meeting-places was close to the workingman, the second to the students.
God's whole policy consists in rendering slopes less steep. It was about this epoch that Enjolras, in view of a possible catastrophe, instituted a kind of mysterious census. All were present at a secret meeting at the Cafe Musain. Enjolras said, mixing his words with a few half-enigmatical but significant metaphors: "It is proper that we should know where we stand and on whom we may count.
The assemblies of the Friends of the A B C were usually held in a back room of the Cafe Musain. This hall, which was tolerably remote from the cafe, with which it was connected by an extremely long corridor, had two windows and an exit with a private stairway on the little Rue des Gres. There they smoked and drank, and gambled and laughed.
Enjolras pronounced it "Buonaparte." Marius was vaguely surprised. Initium sapientiae. One of the conversations among the young men, at which Marius was present and in which he sometimes joined, was a veritable shock to his mind. This took place in the back room of the Cafe Musain. Nearly all the Friends of the A B C had convened that evening. The argand lamp was solemnly lighted.
On a certain afternoon, which had, as will be seen hereafter, some coincidence with the events heretofore related, Laigle de Meaux was to be seen leaning in a sensual manner against the doorpost of the Cafe Musain. He had the air of a caryatid on a vacation; he carried nothing but his revery, however. He was staring at the Place Saint-Michel.
His discomfort was augmented by all the reflections which occurred to him. An escarpment rose around him. He was in accord neither with his grandfather nor with his friends; daring in the eyes of the one, he was behind the times in the eyes of the others, and he recognized the fact that he was doubly isolated, on the side of age and on the side of youth. He ceased to go to the Cafe Musain.
A quarter of an hour later, the back room of the Cafe Musain was deserted. All the friends of the A B C were gone, each in his own direction, each to his own task. Enjolras, who had reserved the Cougourde of Aix for himself, was the last to leave.
One morning, however, Courfeyrac abruptly addressed this interrogation to him: "By the way, have you any political opinions?" "The idea!" said Marius, almost affronted by the question. "What are you?" "A democrat-Bonapartist." "The gray hue of a reassured rat," said Courfeyrac. On the following day, Courfeyrac introduced Marius at the Cafe Musain.
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