He leaned against her. "I like your name. Or Ursule," he said, laughing to himself. It should be meaningful, as Cosette's choice was.
He paused. "Oh. Do you think - I know you have ... less than pleasant memories of her family. But - Eponine was my friend, and if you could bear to have our daughter share her name..." He looked up at her. "If you can't, please say it. I can pick something else."