"Ah. Not to worry. They say when they get this ship repaired they can take you back to the moment you left." He hoped his voice sounded bright as he said that. "So your husband won't know you've left."
He smiled back at Enjolras. "This is Enjolras, and I am Grantaire. There are people on this ship from many different times and places. We were taken from Paris, in 1832."