Part 81 (1/2)
The yellow man carried his bundle and his cudgel in his hand.
”Up so early?” said Madame Thenardier; ”is Monsieur leaving us already?”
As she spoke thus, she was twisting the bill about in her hands with an embarra.s.sed air, and making creases in it with her nails. Her hard face presented a shade which was not habitual with it,--timidity and scruples.
To present such a bill to a man who had so completely the air ”of a poor wretch” seemed difficult to her.
The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He replied:--
”Yes, Madame, I am going.”
”So Monsieur has no business in Montfermeil?”
”No, I was pa.s.sing through. That is all. What do I owe you, Madame,” he added.
The Thenardier silently handed him the folded bill.
The man unfolded the paper and glanced at it; but his thoughts were evidently elsewhere.
”Madame,” he resumed, ”is business good here in Montfermeil?”
”So so, Monsieur,” replied the Thenardier, stupefied at not witnessing another sort of explosion.
She continued, in a dreary and lamentable tone:--
”Oh! Monsieur, times are so hard! and then, we have so few bourgeois in the neighborhood! All the people are poor, you see. If we had not, now and then, some rich and generous travellers like Monsieur, we should not get along at all. We have so many expenses. Just see, that child is costing us our very eyes.”
”What child?”
”Why, the little one, you know! Cosette--the Lark, as she is called hereabouts!”
”Ah!” said the man.
She went on:--
”How stupid these peasants are with their nicknames! She has more the air of a bat than of a lark. You see, sir, we do not ask charity, and we cannot bestow it. We earn nothing and we have to pay out a great deal.
The license, the imposts, the door and window tax, the hundredths!
Monsieur is aware that the government demands a terrible deal of money.
And then, I have my daughters. I have no need to bring up other people's children.”
The man resumed, in that voice which he strove to render indifferent, and in which there lingered a tremor:--
”What if one were to rid you of her?”
”Who? Cosette?”
”Yes.”
The landlady's red and violent face brightened up hideously.