Is this the moment? There isn't time to deliberate; hesitate, and Enjolras must surely guess the answer. It is an instant's decision, and from a flash of thoughts (his own curiosity, a desire to respect Enjolras' privacy, his recent vow to allow Enjolras to name the situation, the wish for a smooth evening, all of this talk of belief and leaving woes aside for the moment), he finds his answer.

"Little enough." A sip of the wine buys a moment to process his thoughts and so advance with greater care. "Useful guide though she was, she seemed to know next to nothing about you. She was, I think, far more interested in talk of lady lessons."

He keeps a casual eye on Enjolras, shielding the purposefulness of his watch. Grantaire doubts that Enjolras can read through the lie--such upstanding souls tend to be equipped with faulty barometers of truth--but he can't be certain until he receives a reaction.