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handsome teeth； a charming tone of voice when she heard him conversing with his rades； that he held himself badly when he walked； if you like； but with a grace that was all his own； that he did not appear to be at all stupid； that his whole person was noble； gentle； simple； proud； and that； in short； though he seemed to be poor； yet his air was fine。
On the day when their eyes met at last； and said to each other those first； obscure； and ineffable things which the glance lisps； Cosette did not immediately understand。
She returned thoughtfully to the house in the Rue de l'Ouest； where Jean Valjean； according to his custom； had e to spend six weeks。
The next morning； on waking； she thought of that strange young man； so long indifferent and icy； who now seemed to pay attention to her； and it did not appear to her that this attention was the least in the world agreeable to her。 She was； on the contrary； somewhat incensed at this handsome and disdainful individual。
A substratum of war stirred within her。 It struck her； and the idea caused her a wholly childish joy； that she was going to take her revenge at last。
Knowing that she was beautiful； she was thoroughly conscious； though in an indistinct fashion； that she possessed a weapon。 Women play with their beauty as children do with a knife。 They wound themselves。
The reader will recall Marius' hesitations； his palpitations； his terrors。
He remained on his bench and did not approach。 This vexed Cosette。
One day； she said to Jean Valjean： 〃Father； let us stroll about a little in that direction。〃 Seeing that Marius did not e to her； she went to him。
In such cases； all women resemble Mahomet。
And then； strange to say； the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity； in a young girl it is boldness。
This is surprising； and yet nothing is more simple。 It is the two sexes tending to approach each other and assuming； each the other's qualities。
That day； Cosette's glance drove Marius beside himself； and Marius' glance set Cosette to trembling。
Marius went away confident； and Cosette uneasy。
From that day forth； they adored each other。
The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound melancholy。 It seemed to her that her soul had bee black since the day before。 She no longer recognized it。
The whiteness of soul in young girls； which is posed of coldness and gayety； resembles snow。
It melts in love； which is its sun。
Cosette did not know what love was。
She had never heard the word uttered in its terrestrial sense。
On the books of profane music which entered the convent； amour （love） was replaced by tambour （drum） or pandour。
This created enigmas which exercised the imaginations of the big girls； such as：
Ah； how delightful is the drum！ or； Pity is not a pandour。
But Cosette had left the convent too early to have occupied herself much with the 〃drum。〃
Therefore； she did not know what name to give to what she now felt。
Is any one the less ill because one does not know the name of one's malady？
She loved with all the more passion because she loved ignorantly。 She did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing； useful or dangerous； eternal or temporary； allowable or prohibited； she loved。
She would have been greatly astonished； had any one said to her：
〃You do not sleep？
But that is forbidden！ You do not eat？
Why； that is very bad！
You have oppressions and palpitations of the heart？
That must not be！
You blush and turn pale； when a certain being clad in black appears at the end of a certain green walk？
But that is abominable！〃 She would not have understood； and she would have replied： 〃What fault is there of mine in a matter in which I have no power and of which I know nothing？〃
It turned out that the love which presented itself was exactly suited to the state of her soul。
It was a sort of admiration at a distance； a mute contemplation； the deification of a stranger。 It was the apparition of youth to youth； the dream of nights bee a reality yet remaining a dream； the longed…for phantom realized and made flesh at last； but having as yet； neither name； nor fault； nor spot； nor exigence； nor defect； in a word； the distant lover who lingered in the ideal； a chimaera with a form。 Any nearer and more palpable meeting would have alarmed Cosette at this first stage； when she was still half immersed in the exaggerated mists of the cloister。
She had all the fears of children and all the fears of nuns bined。
The spirit of the convent； with which she had been permeated for the space of five years； was still in the process of slow evaporation from her person； and made everything tremble around her。
In this situation he was not a lover； he was not even an admirer； he was a vision。 She set herself to adoring Marius as something charming； luminous； and impossible。
As extreme innocence borders on extreme coquetry； she smiled at him with all frankness。
Every day； she looked forward to the hour for their walk with impatience； she found Marius there； she felt herself unspeakably happy； and thought in all sincerity that she was expressing her whole thought when she said to Jean Valjean：
〃What a delicious garden that Luxembourg is！〃
Marius and Cosette were in the dark as to one another。
They did not address each other； they did not salute each other； they did not know each other； they saw each other； and like stars of heaven which are separated by millions of leagues； they lived by gazing at each other。
It was thus that Cosette gradually became a woman and developed； beautiful and loving； with a consciousness of her beauty； and in ignorance of her love。
She was a coquette to boot through her ignorance。
BOOK THIRD。THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET
CHAPTER VII
TO ONE SADNESS OPPOSE A SADNESS AND A HALF
All situations have their instincts。
Old and eternal Mother Nature warned Jean Valjean in a dim way of the presence of Marius。 Jean Valjean shuddered to the very bottom of his soul。
Jean Valjean saw nothing； knew nothing； and yet he scanned with obstinate attention； the darkness in which he walked； as though he felt on one side of him something in process of construction； and on the other； something which was crumbling away。
Marius； also warned； and； in accordance with the deep law of God； by that same Mother Nature； did all he could to keep out of sight of 〃the father。〃
Nevertheless； it came to pass that Jean Valjean sometimes espied him。
Marius' manners were no longer in the least natural。
He exhibited ambiguous prudence and awkward daring。
He no longer came quite close to them as formerly。 He seated himself at a distance and pretended to be reading； why did he pretend that？
Formerly he had e in his old coat； now he wore his new one every day； Jean Valjean was not sure that he did not have his hair curled； his eyes were very queer； he wore gloves； in short； Jean Valjean cordially detested this young man。
Cosette allowed nothing to be divined。
Without knowing just what was the matter with her she was convin