Part 297 (1/2)

Cosette rushed into the room.

Marius remained on the threshold, leaning against the jamb of the door.

”Cosette!” said Jean Valjean.

And he sat erect in his chair, his arms outstretched and trembling, haggard, livid, gloomy, an immense joy in his eyes.

Cosette, stifling with emotion, fell upon Jean Valjean's breast.

”Father!” said she.

Jean Valjean, overcome, stammered:

”Cosette! she! you! Madame! it is thou! Ah! my G.o.d!”

And, pressed close in Cosette's arms, he exclaimed:

”It is thou! thou art here! Thou dost pardon me then!”

Marius, lowering his eyelids, in order to keep his tears from flowing, took a step forward and murmured between lips convulsively contracted to repress his sobs:

”My father!”

”And you also, you pardon me!” Jean Valjean said to him.

Marius could find no words, and Jean Valjean added:

”Thanks.”

Cosette tore off her shawl and tossed her hat on the bed.

”It embarra.s.ses me,” said she.

And, seating herself on the old man's knees, she put aside his white locks with an adorable movement, and kissed his brow.

Jean Valjean, bewildered, let her have her own way.

Cosette, who only understood in a very confused manner, redoubled her caresses, as though she desired to pay Marius' debt.

Jean Valjean stammered:

”How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again.

Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was saying to myself: 'All is over. Here is her little gown, I am a miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,' and I was saying that at the very moment when you were mounting the stairs. Was not I an idiot? Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good G.o.d. The good G.o.d says:

”'You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid! No. No, things will not go so. Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an angel.' And the angel comes, and one sees one's Cosette again! and one sees one's little Cosette once more! Ah! I was very unhappy.”

For a moment he could not speak, then he went on:

”I really needed to see Cosette a little bit now and then. A heart needs a bone to gnaw. But I was perfectly conscious that I was in the way. I gave myself reasons: 'They do not want you, keep in your own course, one has not the right to cling eternally.' Ah! G.o.d be praised, I see her once more! Dost thou know, Cosette, thy husband is very handsome? Ah!

what a pretty embroidered collar thou hast on, luckily. I am fond of that pattern. It was thy husband who chose it, was it not? And then, thou shouldst have some cashmere shawls. Let me call her thou, Monsieur Pontmercy. It will not be for long.”