"What?" Eponine just stares back in complete disbelief at Dennet, hugging his coat to her.

"You jest me, Sir. You jest -" She screams as the water creeps higher. Eponine is genuinely scared of the water - it brings back too many unhappy memories for her. And now this man is protesting her accusations and fussing about soft furnishings. She looks at him in utter disgust.

"Oh, go away, Sir. You are of no help in the slightest."