[Of course he doesn't. Her lip quirks up, and she says softly,]

Monsieur, I know... if you need to talk. I know how you feel. In Paris, I cried every day for Marius. But he would never love a girl such as I.

[She snorts laughter, and wipes away another little tear.] I am fine, Sir. Always fine. You know me, Monsieur. I'm okay.