Part 27 (2/2)
Their radiant brows touched each other; one would have said that there were three heads in one aureole.
”How easily children get acquainted at once!” exclaimed Mother Thenardier; ”one would swear that they were three sisters!”
This remark was probably the spark which the other mother had been waiting for. She seized the Thenardier's hand, looked at her fixedly, and said:--
”Will you keep my child for me?”
The Thenardier made one of those movements of surprise which signify neither a.s.sent nor refusal.
Cosette's mother continued:--
”You see, I cannot take my daughter to the country. My work will not permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous in the country. It was the good G.o.d who caused me to pa.s.s your inn. When I caught sight of your little ones, so pretty, so clean, and so happy, it overwhelmed me. I said: 'Here is a good mother. That is just the thing; that will make three sisters.' And then, it will not be long before I return. Will you keep my child for me?”
”I must see about it,” replied the Thenardier.
”I will give you six francs a month.”
Here a man's voice called from the depths of the cook-shop:--
”Not for less than seven francs. And six months paid in advance.”
”Six times seven makes forty-two,” said the Thenardier.
”I will give it,” said the mother.
”And fifteen francs in addition for preliminary expenses,” added the man's voice.
”Total, fifty-seven francs,” said Madame Thenardier. And she hummed vaguely, with these figures:--
”It must be, said a warrior.”
”I will pay it,” said the mother. ”I have eighty francs. I shall have enough left to reach the country, by travelling on foot. I shall earn money there, and as soon as I have a little I will return for my darling.”
The man's voice resumed:--
”The little one has an outfit?”
”That is my husband,” said the Thenardier.
”Of course she has an outfit, the poor treasure.--I understood perfectly that it was your husband.--And a beautiful outfit, too! a senseless outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, in my carpet-bag.”
”You must hand it over,” struck in the man's voice again.
”Of course I shall give it to you,” said the mother. ”It would be very queer if I were to leave my daughter quite naked!”
The master's face appeared.
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