“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.