"Only a quarter?" Susan asks, feigning shock to cover up the actual mild surprise she feels at that. For a brief, bright moment, she misses holding court in the pubs and parties of London; misses going home with a different man every night and then never speaking to them again. It was exciting, it made her feel powerful and desired and - later - outside of herself, and sometimes it gave her such wonderfully knotty problems to unpick. But that's not what Grantaire is doing, is it? From what she's observed, apart from her, he's pursued relationships with all of the people she's picked up on.