[Her eyes light up at the thought of it.] You should be. Very jealous. [Jealous of a man who barely looked her way twice. But she didn't see that. She wouldn't see it for some time if only because she didn't want to. She liked the version of Marius she'd built up in her head.]

His grandfather was rich, he wished to make life in Paris all on his own. [Silly, but noble.]

Yes. A little.