“Well?”

“Will you let me take my bucket now?”

“Why?”

“If Madame sees that someone has carried it for me, she will beat me.”

The man handed her the bucket. An instant later they were at the tavern door.

The Unpleasantness of Receiving Into One’s House a Poor Man Who May Be a Rich Man

Cosette could not refrain from casting a sidelong glance at the big doll, which was still displayed at the toy-merchant’s; then she knocked. The door opened. The Thénardier appeared with a candle in her hand.

“Ah! so it’s you, you little wretch! good mercy, but you’ve taken your time! The hussy has been amusing herself!”