I must admit, I was let down at the sudden termination of his account. In spite of myself, I had been drawn Jehan's short narrative of Courfeyrac's further attempts to cause the death of poor Marius by way of shock to the heart. And now I was curious as to what happened next. So I asked.
"Actually, Enjolras," Jean Prouvaire replied. "I'm not really all that sure myself. Tache bounded out the door in a dead run, and Marius was struggling to keep up. I haven't seen either of them since, to be truthful. I was planning on getting the rest of the story from Courfeyrac."
Frustrated, I said, "Do you happen to know where he is?"
I was answered, but not by Jean Prouvaire. At that very moment, the door burst open. Grantaire, looking absolutely furious, tramped his way into the building, with a rather harried looking Courfeyrac at his heels.
"NO!" Courfeyrac shouted, taking hold of Grantaire's right arm. "I won't let you do this!"
"It's none of your concern!" Grantaire roared back. "I just need a drink, and IF YOU WILL LET GO OF ME!"
He wheeled around and violently drove his assailant into a table. Courfeyrac fell backwards, breaking the table and two chairs in the process, but he rose again instantly to resume his efforts to keep Grantaire away from the wine. At this juncture, he noticed Jean Prouvaire and I gaping at the battle with incredulous countenances from the other side of the room.
"ENJOLRAS!" he bawled. "WILL YOU DO SOMETHING?!"
I charged over to Grantaire, who had immediately immobilized upon hearing my name. I advanced upon him until I was but six inches from his face, and then I shouted, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Grantaire did not answer. He hung his head in shame, and I will state now that I did not feel the least bit of sympathy for him. I was so absolutely disgusted with his behaviour that I could not even bear to look upon him. Roughly, I shoved him out of my way so I could see if Courfeyrac was not too terribly injured.
"Courfeyrac, tell me, are you alright?" I asked him, by his side with Jehan.
"I will be fine," he replied, casting at venomous look at Grantaire. "I was just trying to keep him from doing something he'd regret." Then Courfeyrac's face brightened. "I could certainly use a glass of wine, though; you know…to dull the pain."