The man was walking quite fast. Cosette followed him without any trouble. She wasn’t tired any more. Every now and then she looked up at this man with a wonderful peace and trust.
Several minutes passed thus. Then the man began again.
“Hasn’t Madame Thénardier any servant?”
“No, sir.”
“Are you the only one?”
“Yes, sir.”
There was another pause. Then Cosette raised her voice.
“That is, there are two little girls.”
“What little girls?”
“Ponine and Zelma.”