"Will you let me carry my bucket now?"
"Why?"
"Because Madame will be at me if she sees that it has been carried for me."
The man gave her the bucket, and a moment later they were at the door of the pot-house.
[CHAPTER VIII.]
IS HE RICH OR POOR?
Cosette could not refrain from taking a side glance at the large doll which was still displayed at the toy-shop, and then tapped at the door; it opened, and Madame Thénardier appeared, candle in hand.
"Oh, it's you, you little devil! Well, I'll be hanged if you have not taken time enough; you've been playing, I expect."
"Madame," said Cosette, with a violent tremor, "this gentleman wants a bed-room."