Chapter 250 Luckily, the old man left in time

In the evening, Jean Valjean went out, and Cosette began to dress.She cut her hair to the best style for herself, and wore a dress, and the neckline of her blouse, because of an extra cut, exposed her neck. According to the girls, such a neckline was "a bit immodest". .There's nothing unseemly about it, it's just prettier than anything else.She decorated it like this, and she didn't know why. Does she want to go out?No. Does she wait for guests to visit?nor. When it was dark, she came down from upstairs and went to the garden.Dusan was busy in the kitchen, which looked out on to the backyard.

She walked under the branches and sometimes had to use her hands to part the branches because some were low. She walked up to the bench in this way. The stone is still in place. She sat down, stretched out a tender white hand, and put it on the stone, as if she wanted to touch it and thank it. She suddenly had an indescribable feeling: there was a person standing behind her, and she could feel it even if she didn't look at it. She turned her head away and stood up. Sure enough, it was him. He was bareheaded, pale and thin.It is almost impossible to tell that his clothes are black.The twilight of the evening turned his handsome face blue, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows.He was in a very soft twilight, something like ghosts and night.His face reflected the afterglow of the dying day and the longing of a departed soul.

He was like something that was not yet a ghost but was already inhuman. His hat fell into the grass a few paces away. Cosette staggered, but did not cry out.She backed away slowly as she felt herself being drawn.And he stood still.She couldn't see his eyes, but felt that there was something inexpressible and sad in his eyes that enveloped her. As Cosette stepped back, she came across a tree, and she leaned against it.Without this tree, she would have fallen down long ago. She heard his voice, which was indeed something she had never heard before, he stammered, not much louder than the trembling of leaves:

"Excuse me, I'm here. I'm too depressed to live like that, so I'm here. Have you seen what I put here, on this bench? Do you accept me? Please don't be afraid of me. It's been a long time, do you remember the day you looked at me? It was in the Luxembourg Gardens, next to the gladiator statue. And the day you walked by me, you also Remember? It was June 16th and July 2nd. It's been almost a year. I haven't seen you for a long, long time. I asked the woman who rented the chair and she told me she didn't see it again either You. You were living on West Street, on the fourth floor of a new house. Can you see that I know? I followed you, me. What can I do? Afterwards, you suddenly disappeared. Once, I I was reading a newspaper under the corridor of the Odeon Theater, and suddenly I saw you passing by. I ran after you. It was not you. It was a man wearing the same hat as you. I often come here at night. Don't worry, No one saw me. I came near under your window and looked. I walked softly so that you would not hear me, or you would be frightened. One night I stood behind you, and you turned around, I ran away. Another time, I heard you sing. I was so happy. I listened to you outside the window, you are not unhappy, are you? You are not. No, are you? You Understood, you are my angel, let me come a few more times. I think I'm dying, if you know! I adore you, me! Please forgive me, I'm talking to you. I don't know what I said , I may have offended you; have I offended you?"

"Oh, my mother!" she said. She fell limp as if she was going to die. He hurriedly grabbed her, but she was still falling, so he had to hug her tightly with his arms, not knowing what he was doing.He staggered to support her, feeling his head was filled with smoke, his eyelashes flashed with lightning, and his heart was also confused. He seemed to feel that he was accomplishing a religious act, but committed the crime of blasphemy.In fact, holding this attractive girl in his arms, he already felt her figure in his chest, but he had no desire.He was fascinated by love. She took one of his hands and placed it on her chest.He felt the stack of papers hidden inside.He said timidly:

"Do you love me?" In a whisper, almost inaudible, as light as a breeze, she replied: "Don't ask! You already knew!" She hid her face, flushed with shame, in the arms of that outstanding, exuberant young man. He landed on the bench and she stayed beside him.They no longer speak.The stars start to shine.How did their lips meet?How could the birds sing, how could the snow melt, how could the roses bloom, how could May be red and green, how could the dawn be white behind the dark trees on the top of the bleak hills? One kiss and it's all there. The two of them were startled at the same time, staring at each other in the darkness with sharp eyes.

They could no longer feel the coolness of the evening, nor the coldness of the stone bench, the dampness of the soil, or the wetness of the grass. They looked at each other, full of thoughts, and unconsciously, they held each other's hands. She did not ask him, nor did it even occur to her to ask him whence he had come, or how he had come to the garden.In her opinion, it was a very simple and natural thing for him to come here! Now and then Marius' knee touched Cosette's, and they both felt a tremor. Cosette occasionally stammered a sentence or two.Her soul, like a drop of dew on a flower, quivered on her lips.

Gradually they began to talk.Confidence has replaced the silence that represents sincerity.Over them the night was bright and beautiful.The two of them, pure as elves, talk about everything, about their nostalgia, their longing, their intoxication, their fantasies, their sorrows, how they miss each other in two places, how they wish each other from afar, how they are no longer with each other The pain of seeing.They confided to each other the most private and mysterious things in their hearts with an intimacy that could not have been added.Relying on their own fantasies and trusting innocence, they exchanged all their love, youth and their remaining childishness.Each poured his heart into the other's, and after an hour of this, the boy got the girl's soul, and the girl got the boy's soul.They penetrated each other, enchanted each other, illuminated each other.

When they had finished talking, when they had poured out, she put her head on his shoulder, and asked him: "What is your name?" "My name is Marius," he said, "and you?" "My name is Cosette."