Enjolras regards him for a moment, both fond and assessing, and as gentle as Enjolras is capable of being.

What are you supposed to do for a man who's been struck on the head? Let him rest. Keep him awake, he thinks, unless that's for something else. He wishes Combeferre were here, or Joly -- well, he always does, and that can't be helped either.

"That's all right," he says. "It isn't urgent. Come, sit. I promise you won't miss anything."

Bossuet wasn't gone for unduly long back in the Three Glorious Days. And knowing what happened then, what happened later -- this is important.