“Indeed, if that’s so,” said Madame Thénardier, “if the horse has not had enough water, he must drink.”
Then looking about the room, she said, “Well, where is Cosette?”
She stooped, and saw the child hidden at the other end of the table almost under the men’s feet.
“Are you going to come, or no?” cried she.
Cosette crept out of the little hole in which she had hidden herself.
“Now, get something for the horse to drink.”
“But there isn’t any water,” said Cosette feebly.
The woman opened wide the door leading to the street.
“Very well; go and get some.”
Then she fumbled in a drawer where were a few coins, and some peppers and onions.