Chapter 69 Di Fantine is happy

She moves neither astonishment nor joy, she is joy itself.When she asked the simple question, "Where is Cosette?" her confidence was so genuine, so firm, so unquestioning, that he did not know how to answer it. She continued: "I know you have been there. I was asleep, but I saw you. I have seen you. My eyes have followed you all night. A divine light surrounds you, behind you, around you There are all kinds of angels." He raised his eyes to the crucifix. "But," she went on, "tell me where Cosette is? Why didn't I put her in my bed when I woke up?"

He replied mechanically, and he never recalled what he said afterwards. Fortunately the doctor was notified, and he came.He came to help M. Madeleine. "My child," said the doctor, "be quiet, your child is here." Fantine's eyes sparkled at once, and her brows gleamed with joy.The clasped hands have all the strongest and at the same time softest emotions that prayer can contain. "Oh," she cried, "bring her to me!" What a touching maternal fantasy!Cosette was always to her a child in her arms. "Not yet," the doctor continued, "not yet. Your fever has not subsided. You will be excited when you see the child, and it will affect your body. You must get well first."

She said anxiously: "But I'm cured! What an ass he is, the doctor! Oh! I want to see my boy, me!" "You see," said the doctor, "how easily irritated you are. If you stay like this forever, I will never allow you to see your child. Seeing her doesn't solve the problem, you have to live for her. Wait until you don't Nonsense, I will bring her to you myself." The poor mother bowed her head. "Mr. Doctor, I beg your pardon, I sincerely beg your pardon especially. I never could have said that before. I have suffered so much that I sometimes do not know what I am saying. I know , you're worried about getting emotional, and I'll wait as long as you like, but I swear to you, it won't do me any harm to see my daughter. I've seen her all the time, since last night, my eyes I never left her. Do you know? You bring her to me now, and I can have a good talk with her. Apart from that, there will be nothing more. They went to Montfermeil to take my child. Come on, I want to see her, isn't it natural? I didn't lose my temper. I fully understand that my happiness is in front of me. All night, I saw some white things, and some people smiled at me. In The doctor can give me my Cosette when he is happy. I have no fever, I am cured of my illness, and I know that I am completely cured, but I will pretend to be ill and will not move. I don't move, so I can please the ladies here. When people see me quiet down, they say: 'Now it's time to give her the baby.'”

M. Madeleine was sitting in a chair by the bed.She turned her face towards him, she was obviously trying to appear quiet and "good", as she said in this childlike morbidity, her purpose was to make people see that she was calm , so he stopped being embarrassed and gave Cosette to her.But in spite of her self-possession she could not help asking M. Madeleine questions. "How have you all been, Monsieur Mayor? Oh! How merciful you are to find her for me! All you have to do is tell me what she looks like. Didn't she work hard all the way? Poor! She must be fine." Know me! She has forgotten me for so many years, poor sweetheart! Children always have no memory. Just like birds. See this today, see that tomorrow, and can't remember anything. At least her change of clothes The clothes are always white, don't the Thenardiers always notice her cleanliness? What do they feed her? Oh! How painful it was for me to think of these things when I was suffering, if you knew! Now these It's all over. I'm relieved. Oh! How I longed to see her! Mr. Mayor, do you think she is beautiful? My daughter is beautiful, isn't she? You didn't catch cold in the car! You let her go Can't you stay here for a while? You can take her out again at once. Tell me! You are the master, if you like!"

He takes her hand: "Cosette is beautiful," said he, "and Cosette is well, and you will see her soon, but you must be quiet. You are talking too excitedly, and you put your hands out of the bed again, You will cough." Fantine, indeed, coughed violently almost at every word. Fantine was not garrulous, and she was afraid that by speaking too violently she would spoil the matter and not win the favor of others, so she only talked about irrelevant things. "Monfermeil is all right, isn't it? Some people go there in the summer. How is the Thénardier's business? They don't have many people coming and going in their place. That kind of inn can only be done." It’s just a kind of stall shop.”

M. Madeleine held her hand all the time, looking at her sadly. He went to her at the time, obviously wanting to talk to her, but now he hesitated.The doctor made a consultation and then withdrew.Only Sister Sanpris was beside them. When all was silent, Fantine suddenly exclaimed: "I hear her voice! My God! I hear her voice!" She stretched out her arms and told everyone to be quiet, and she held her breath, her heart fascinated by it. At this time, there was a child playing in the courtyard, the child of the housekeeper's mother-in-law, or the child of any maid.We often encounter some coincidences, and when people are at the end of their ropes, such things will come out of the dark to join in. The child in the yard is one of these coincidences.The child was a little girl, running up and down there, laughing and singing loudly, just to keep warm.well!There is no child's play in anything!It was the little girl who Fantine heard singing.

"Oh!" she continued, "this is my Cosette! I can hear her voice!" The child came and went, walked away, and her voice disappeared.Fantine listened a little longer, her countenance grim, and M. Madeleine heard her say in a low voice: "How cruel the doctor won't let me see my daughter! What a bad look he has!" But the source of joy in her heart appeared again.She continued to say to herself, with her head on the pillow, "How happy we shall be! First of all, we have a little garden! M. Madeleine promised me it. My daughter is playing in it! She must know the alphabet by now. I'll teach her spelling. She's chasing butterflies in the meadow. I'll watch her play. Then she's going to have her first sacrament. Oh, really! When's she supposed to get her first sacrament? "

She counted with her fingers. "...one, two, three, four... She is seven years old. Five years later. She put on a white gauze and a pair of flowered stockings, looking like a big girl. Oh! My good sister You don't know how stupid I am, thinking of my daughter's first sacrament!" She laughed. He had lost Fantine's hand.He listened to these words, like a person listening to the wind, looking at the ground, and sinking in boundless thoughts.Suddenly, she fell silent, he raised his head mechanically, and Fantine's expression changed drastically. She stopped talking, and she stopped breathing, she was half lying and half rising, propped on the bed, her thin shoulders were exposed from her pajamas, her face, which was full of joy just now, was now blue, and her eyes were dilated by terror. circle, as if gazing at something horrific in front of her, across the room.

"My God!" he cried, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" She didn't answer, never taking her eyes off what she seemed to see, she took his arm with one hand and pointed with the other, telling him to look back. He turned his head and saw Javert.