The next morning there was a knock on the door, and Jondrette quickly opened it. A thin young man was standing in the hallway, something white and fluffy in his hand. "Hello, monsieur," he said softly. "Is En- that is, Sir Enjolras here?"
"Prouvaire!" Grantaire called, jumping to his feet. "How did you find us?"
The young man frowned. "I'm not entirely sure. Oh, hullo, Enjolras, I came to show you-"
He began to hold out the aforementioned white and fluffy thing. "Mon Dieu! Where didst thou find it?" Enjolras exclaimed.
"Find it?" the young man repeated. "No, I made it. I came to show you I learned how to knit, and this is a pretty white scarf! I was thinking I could knit all of Les Amis matching red vests!"
"Knitting! Knowst thou not what this really is?"
"It's my scarf."
"No, of course not! It's the evil bunny of Caerbannog! Trusty squire, stand back! Do not worry, my lady, I shall protect you!"
Eponine did not respond, for she was still asleep. Her father poked her in the ribs, and she sat up quickly.
The young man looked nervously from Enjolras to Grantaire.
"Don't worry, Jehan," Grantaire muttered. "Just give him the rabbit."
"But it's not a rabbit!"
"Art thou on the side of that bunny of doom?" Enjolras demanded.
"Give it to him, Jehan."
Enjolras reached for his sword, that is, the fireplace poker at his side.
"Here!" Jehan said, tossing him the scarf.
"Mon Dieu!" Enjolras screeched as the scarf landed on his head. "It has attacked me!" And he fell on the floor in a panic, wrestling with his foe.
Eponine watched him sleepily from the corner.
"Grantaire..." Jehan whispered nervously, "I thought Marius was lying when he said Enjolras went crazy..."
"Nope. Just play along; it's more fun that way."
"MY LEG!"
Jehan shuddered. "I'm leaving. Tell Enjolras he can have the scarf."
"Bye then."