Cosette turned toward him her beautiful eyes, all filled with anguish, and replied in a sort of bewilderment:—
“Where?”
“To England. Shall you go?”
“Why do you say you to me?”
“I ask you whether you will go?”
“What do you expect me to do?” she said, clasping her hands.
“So, you will go?”
“If my father goes.”
“So, you will go?”
Cosette took Marius’ hand, and pressed it without replying.