“Embrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I will not scold you.”
And again she offered him her brow.
Jean Valjean dropped a kiss upon that brow whereon rested a celestial gleam.
“Smile.”
Jean Valjean obeyed. It was the smile of a spectre.
“Now, defend me against my husband.”
“Cosette! . . .” ejaculated Marius.
“Get angry, father. Say that I must stay. You can certainly talk before me. So you think me very silly. What you say is astonishing! business, placing money in a bank a great matter truly. Men make mysteries out of nothing. I am very pretty this morning. Look at me, Marius.”
And with an adorable shrug of the shoulders, and an indescribably exquisite pout, she glanced at Marius.
“I love you!” said Marius.