“Are you angry with me because I am happy?”
Ingenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had meant to scratch, and she lacerated.
Jean Valjean turned pale.
He remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured:
“Her happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over.”
“Ah, you have said ‘thou’ to me!” exclaimed Cosette.
And she sprang to his neck.
Jean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back.
“Thanks, father!” said Cosette.
This enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Valjean. He gently removed Cosette’s arms, and took his hat.
“Well?” said Cosette.
“I leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you.”
And, from the threshold, he added:
“I have said ‘thou’ to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen again. Pardon me.”
Jean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this enigmatical farewell.