Part 209 (2/2)
It is certain, that, at that moment, no abuse of power, no violence, not one of the abominations of the worst tyrants, no action of Busiris, of Tiberius, or of Henry VIII., could have equalled this in atrocity, in the opinion of Marius; M. Fauchelevent taking his daughter off to England because he had business there.
He demanded in a weak voice:--
”And when do you start?”
”He did not say when.”
”And when shall you return?”
”He did not say when.”
Marius rose and said coldly:--
”Cosette, shall you go?”
Cosette turned toward him her beautiful eyes, all filled with anguish, and replied in a sort of bewilderment:--
”Where?”
”To England. Shall you go?”
”Why do you say you to me?”
”I ask you whether you will go?”
”What do you expect me to do?” she said, clasping her hands.
”So, you will go?”
”If my father goes.”
”So, you will go?”
Cosette took Marius' hand, and pressed it without replying.
”Very well,” said Marius, ”then I will go elsewhere.”
Cosette felt rather than understood the meaning of these words.
She turned so pale that her face shone white through the gloom. She stammered:--
”What do you mean?”
Marius looked at her, then raised his eyes to heaven, and answered: ”Nothing.”
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