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Cosette allowed nothing to be divined。
Without knowing just what was the matter with her she was convinced that there was something in it； and that it must be concealed。
There was a coincidence between the taste for the toilet which had recently e to Cosette； and the habit of new clothes developed by that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean。
It might be accidental； no doubt； certainly； but it was a menacing accident。
He never opened his mouth to Cosette about this stranger。
One day； however； he could not refrain from so doing； and； with that vague despair which suddenly casts the lead into the depths of its despair； he said to her：
〃What a very pedantic air that young man has！〃
Cosette； but a year before only an indifferent little girl； would have replied：
〃Why； no； he is charming。〃
Ten years later； with the love of Marius in her heart； she would have answered： 〃A pedant； and insufferable to the sight！
You are right！〃 At the moment in life and the heart which she had then attained； she contented herself with replying； with supreme calmness： 〃That young man！〃
As though she now beheld him for the first time in her life。
〃How stupid I am！〃 thought Jean Valjean。
〃She had not noticed him。 It is I who have pointed him out to her。〃
Oh； simplicity of the old！ oh； the depth of children！
It is one of the laws of those fresh years of suffering and trouble； of those vivacious conflicts between a first love and the first obstacles； that the young girl does not allow herself to be caught in any trap whatever； and that the young man falls into every one。 Jean Valjean had instituted an undeclared war against Marius； which Marius； with the sublime stupidity of his passion and his age； did not divine。
Jean Valjean laid a host of ambushes for him； he changed his hour； he changed his bench； he forgot his handkerchief； he came alone to the Luxembourg； Marius dashed headlong into all these snares； and to all the interrogation marks planted by Jean Valjean in his pathway； he ingenuously answered 〃yes。〃 But Cosette remained immured in her apparent unconcern and in her imperturbable tranquillity； so that Jean Valjean arrived at the following conclusion：
〃That ninny is madly in love with Cosette； but Cosette does not even know that he exists。〃
None the less did he bear in his heart a mournful tremor。 The minute when Cosette would love might strike at any moment。 Does not everything begin with indifference？
Only once did Cosette make a mistake and alarm him。
He rose from his seat to depart； after a stay of three hours； and she said： 〃What； already？〃
Jean Valjean had not discontinued his trips to the Luxembourg； as he did not wish to do anything out of the way； and as； above all things； he feared to arouse Cosette； but during the hours which were so sweet to the lovers； while Cosette was sending her smile to the intoxicated Marius； who perceived nothing else now； and who now saw nothing in all the world but an adored and radiant face； Jean Valjean was fixing on Marius flashing and terrible eyes。
He； who had finally e to believe himself incapable of a malevolent feeling； experienced moments when Marius was present； in which he thought he was being savage and ferocious once more； and he felt the old depths of his soul； which had formerly contained so much wrath； opening once more and rising up against that young man。
It almost seemed to him that unknown craters were forming in his bosom。
What！ he was there； that creature！
What was he there for？ He came creeping about； smelling out； examining； trying！ He came； saying：
〃Hey！
Why not？〃
He came to prowl about his； Jean Valjean's； life！ to prowl about his happiness； with the purpose of seizing it and bearing it away！
Jean Valjean added：
〃Yes； that's it！
What is he in search of？ An adventure！
What does he want？
A love affair！
A love affair！ And I？
What！
I have been first； the most wretched of men； and then the most unhappy； and I have traversed sixty years of life on my knees； I have suffered everything that man can suffer； I have grown old without having been young； I have lived without a family； without relatives； without friends； without life； without children； I have left my blood on every stone； on every bramble； on every mile…post； along every wall； I have been gentle； though others have been hard to me； and kind； although others have been malicious； I have bee an honest man once more； in spite of everything； I have repented of the evil that I have done and have forgiven the evil that has been done to me； and at the moment when I receive my repense； at the moment when it is all over； at the moment when I am just touching the goal； at the moment when I have what I desire； it is well； it is good； I have paid； I have earned it； all this is to take flight； all this will vanish； and I shall lose Cosette； and I shall lose my life； my joy； my soul； because it has pleased a great booby to e and lounge at the Luxembourg。〃
Then his eyes were filled with a sad and extraordinary gleam。
It was no longer a man gazing at a man； it was no longer an enemy surveying an enemy。
It was a dog scanning a thief。
The reader knows the rest。
Marius pursued his senseless course。 One day he followed Cosette to the Rue de l'Ouest。 Another day he spoke to the porter。
The porter； on his side； spoke； and said to Jean Valjean：
〃Monsieur； who is that curious young man who is asking for you？〃
On the morrow Jean Valjean bestowed on Marius that glance which Marius at last perceived。
A week later； Jean Valjean had taken his departure。
He swore to himself that he would never again set foot either in the Luxembourg or in the Rue de l'Ouest。 He returned to the Rue Plumet。
Cosette did not plain； she said nothing； she asked no questions； she did not seek to learn his reasons； she had already reached the point where she was afraid of being divined； and of betraying herself。 Jean Valjean had no experience of these miseries； the only miseries which are charming and the only ones with which he was not acquainted； the consequence was that he did not understand the grave significance of Cosette's silence。
He merely noticed that she had grown sad； and he grew gloomy。 On his side and on hers； inexperience had joined issue。
Once he made a trial。
He asked Cosette：
〃Would you like to e to the Luxembourg？〃
A ray illuminated Cosette's pale face。
〃Yes；〃 said she。
They went thither。
Three months had elapsed。
Marius no longer went there。
Marius was not there。
On the following day； Jean Valjean asked Cosette again：
〃Would you like to e to the Luxembourg？〃
She replied； sadly and gently：
〃No。〃
Jean Valjean was hurt by this sadness； and heart…broken at this gentleness。
What was going on in that mind which was so young and yet already so impenetrable？
What was on its way there within？
What was taking place in Cosette's soul？
Sometimes； instead of going to bed； Jean Valjean remained seated on his pallet； with his head in his hands； a