Courfeyrac had an idea to raid the banquet hall during the mess of confusion about the power and the snow, and thinking it would be an original one, he sauntered in, expecting that he should be alone and have the first choice of foods. Clearly this was a miscalculation, however. He frowns at the state of things, not out of anger, but out of jealousy.

Approaching the kid in the blanket, he wonders, "Are there anymore of those little tarts with the cream inside?"