"M'sieur Warsman? Oh." she definitely sounds dismayed. A friend of Hattie's? Would he tell her? This was just the sort of silly thing Hattie would get mad over.

"Yes, I remember. You came the day that Hattie was mad."
She laughs again. "Though when she is not mad with me would be the difference."

Still. Eponine was fairly certain it was the day after the ball, when Hattie had slapped her and called her a whore. It's not an experience Eponine wants to forgive and forget.

"You won't tell her of this, will you? I can pay you."
She draws out a wallet - is it his?- to offer to bribe him into silence.

"I just needed to get out. To walk and think and solve my problems."

She glances into the darkess, in the direction she tossed her boots. "Which have just got bigger."