"You did not know?"
Eponine is suddenly aghast. She moves away from him quickly, dragging on her grubby clothes. Oh God, he's going to get the police and have her charged for assault pr worse, and she's never going to see the light of day again. Unless they execute people putside here. A flicker of fear spasms across her face, before she makes herself hide it. Ok, plan. She'll tell the authorities he knew. Better, she'll say nothing. Not give the satisfaction. So what if she hangs or loses her head? She'd be dead within a year from hunger or cold or murder anyway. But there's one thing she doesn't understand.

"You did, Monsieur, you did. You must have. You brought me home? Why would you bring me here if you did not want my service?"