Courfeyrac might have his pride, but he also knows when he has been bested. “I would be quite glad for your help, mademoiselle.” He takes the hand she offers, and allows her to help him return to the ground. Then he lets her lever him up, this time succeeding in mounting the horse. The animal, meanwhile, continues to stand placidly. Courfeyrac wonders if he should not have asked for a more spirited beast.

As soon as he settles into the saddle, Courfeyrac is full of contented cockiness once again. “You are a miracle worker, cherie,” he tells Violet, who looks none impressed with her upgraded diminutive. “Now, why don’t you help our poor friend over there?”

He winks at Marius.