Éponine was just going to pretend she hadn't noticed the shiftiness; she'd built up a little bit of an idea for herself that Jack was proof she could salvage her life, and she didn't care to give it up. "Oh, certainly luck's got plenty to do with it," she allowed. "And work, like you said yourself. I could envy you the luck, you know, but as your company suits me I don't think I shall."