Chapter 347 At last Mademoiselle Gillenormand no longer felt that it was wrong for M. Fauchelevent to come in with something.

Cosette and Marius meet again. We need not describe the circumstances of this meeting.There are some things you shouldn't try to describe, and the sun is one of them. The whole family, Basque and Nicolette included, were assembled in Marius' bedroom when Cosette came in. She appeared in the doorway, and there seemed to be a halo around her face. Just at this moment, the grandfather was about to blow his nose. He froze for a moment, covered his nose in a handkerchief, and looked at Cosette from above: "It's so cute!" he exclaimed. Then he blew his nose loudly. Cosette was mesmerized, elated, terrified, as if she had entered heaven.Happiness overwhelmed her.She hesitated, her face turned pale and red, and she wanted to fall into Marius's arms but dared not.It feels shy to fall in love in front of these people.We don't feel sorry for a happy couple; when they need to be alone together and love each other, they hang around when they need no one else.

Accompanying Cosette in came an old man with white hair, dignified, but smiling, but an uncertain and sad smile.This was "Monsieur Fauchelevent," Jean Valjean. He was, as the gatekeeper put it, "well dressed," in a new black suit and white tie. The concierge did not at all recognize this neat bourgeois, who might have been a notary, who turned out to be the ghastly man who broke in on the night of June 7th with his dead body on his back; , ugly, panic-stricken, with blood and mud all over his face, carried the unconscious Marius; but his sense of smell as a porter was awakened.When M. Fauchelevent and Cosette arrived, the porter could not help saying these words to his wife in private: "I don't know why, but I always feel that I have seen this face before."

Monsieur Fauchelevent, in Marius's room, remained by the door as if he were alone, with a small package under his arm, like an octavo book, wrapped in green paper, Like mold. "Is this gentleman always carrying books?" Mademoiselle Gillenormand, who didn't like books at all, asked Nicolette in a low voice. "Yes," M. Gillenormand answered in a low voice, hearing her, "he's a scholar. What's the matter? What's wrong with him? I know M. Bullard who also walks with a book in his arms." So he bowed and greeted loudly: "Mr. Qiefeng..."

Father Gillenormand hadn't done it on purpose, but it was one of his aristocratic ways not to pay attention to people's names. "Mr. Chefeng, I have the honor to propose to the lady on behalf of my grandson, Baron Pontmercy." "Mr. Qiefeng" responded with a bow. "It's settled," said the grandfather. Then he turned to Marius and Cosette, raised his arms in blessing to them, and cried: "You are allowed to fall in love." They don't need someone to say it twice.do not care!The two began to whisper.They were talking in low voices, Marius leaning his elbows on the couch, and Cosette standing beside him. "Oh, my God!" whispered Cosette, "at last I see you again. It is you! It is you who go to war like this! Why? It is so terrible that I have been dead for four months. Oh! You are bad enough to go to this war! How have I offended you? I forgive you, but I can't do it again. When we were called just now, I felt like I was going to die, but it was a happy death. I was so miserable at first! I didn’t change my clothes, so it must be very ugly. Your parents saw that my collar was wrinkled, what should they say? Why didn’t you open your mouth! Let me talk alone? We still live together In Wuren Street. I heard that your shoulder is terrible. It is said that you can put a fist in it. I also heard that you used scissors to cut off the flesh. This is terrible. I cried and cried until my eyes were swollen. This is really Strange, a man can suffer like this. Your grandfather looks very nice! Don't move, don't prop your elbows, be careful, it hurts. Oh! I'm so happy! The bad days are over! How stupid I am. I can't remember what I'm going to say to you. Do you still love me? We live in Rue de la Martial Arts. There's no garden there. I make gauze all day long; here, sir, you see, it's your fault, my fingers They're all calluses!"

"Angel!" said Marius. "Angel" is the only word in the language that is used over and over again; all the other words are repeated beyond use by lovers. Afterwards, in the presence of others, they broke off their conversation and contented themselves with giving each other a light hand-touch. M. Gillenormand turned to those in the room and exclaimed: "Speak as loudly as you can, everyone make some noise, come on, it needs to be a little noisy, hey! So that these two children can chat casually." Then he approached Marius and Cosette, and whispered to them:

"Don't use the honorific 'you', don't be restrained." Aunt Gillenormand's astonishment at seeing the light suddenly descend upon her ancient home was innocent, and she did not look at the pair of wild pigeons with the irony and envy of owls.It was the dull eye of a poor good-natured elder of fifty-seven, who herself had missed her youth, and was now watching the triumph of love. "Miss Gillenormand," said her father, "I told you that you would see such a thing." He was silent for a while and said: "Look at the happiness of others!"

He turned again to Cosette and said: "She's beautiful, she's beautiful, it's a Goloch painting. You're going to have it all to yourself, scoundrel! Ah! naughty boy, you've gotten away with it, you're happy, if I'd been fifteen years younger If you are old, we will have a sword competition, whichever wins will go to whichever one wins. You see! Miss, I love you. This is very natural, this is your right! This will hold a very Well, a striking and charming wedding! Saint-Denis in Saint-Sacrement belongs to our parish, but I will get a permit for you to go to Saint-Paul's. That church is more beautiful. It is It was built by the Jesuit priests. It has a beautiful building, facing the fountain of Cardinal Birag. The famous building of the Jesuits is in Namur, called the Church of the Holy Road. You should visit it after you get married. It is worth paying for Go on a trip. Miss, I agree with you all, I am for girls marrying, as they are made to do. There is a St. Catherine, I hope she never wears a hat. It is good to be an old maid, But not warm. The bible says to increase the population. To save the nation, we need Joan of Arc, but to increase the population, we also need Mama Gigi. So, beautiful girls, get married. I don't understand being a virgin What's the point? I know they have a separate chapel in the church and they can attend the Blessed Virgin Mary; but, hell, marry a nice husband, a straight man, and a year later, a fair-haired baby happy Sucking your milk, the fat on your thighs is wrinkled, and your pink paws are stroking your breasts one by one. He is laughing like the morning light. This is better than singing at dusk with a candle in your hand. "Ivory Tower" is much better!"

The ninety-year-old grandfather turned around on his heels and continued like clockwork: "I remembered!" "What is it, father?" "Don't you have a bosom friend?" "Yes, Courfeyrac." "How is he now?" "He is dead." "That's fine." He sat down near them, made Cosette sit down, and took their four hands in his wrinkled old one. "This little darling is handsome, and this Cosette is a masterpiece! She is a little girl, and she is like a noble lady. She must be a baroness, and that does her a disgrace; she was born to be a marquis." Madame is right. Look how beautiful her eyelashes are! My children, remember this: It's a matter of course. You love each other. Be stupid. Love is a stupid thing that people do, but it is the wisdom of God. You love each other Well, but," he said suddenly sadly, "what a misfortune! It just now occurred to me that a good half of my money was in an annuity for life; while I was alive, I got by, but when I died, perhaps twenty years later, Ah! my poor children, you will have nothing! Then, baroness, your delicate white hands will have the most toilful days."

Then I heard someone say in a solemn and quiet voice: "Mademoiselle Euphrage Fauchelevent has six hundred thousand francs." It was the voice of Jean Valjean. He had not yet spoken, no one seemed to know that he was there, and he stood motionless behind these happy people. "Who is Miss Overage mentioned?" asked the grandfather in astonishment. "It is I," replied Cosette. "Six hundred thousand francs!" repeated M. Gillenormand. "There may be fourteen or five thousand francs less of it," said Jean Valjean. He put on the table the paper packet that Aunt Gillenormand thought was a book.

Jean Valjean opened the bag himself, and inside was a wad of cash.After counting, there were five hundred thousand-franc notes and one hundred and sixty-eight five-hundred-franc notes, totaling five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. "It's a fine book!" said M. Gillenormand. "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" whispered Aunt Gillenormand. "That solves a lot of problems, doesn't it, Miss Gillenormand?" the grandfather continued. "Little Marius, he found a very rich girl in the tree of dreams! Young lovers today have a way! A schoolboy found a schoolgirl with six hundred thousand francs! The little angel has more ways than Rothschild .”

"Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" repeated Mademoiselle Gillenormand softly. "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand is six hundred thousand!" As for Marius and Cosette, they were looking at each other at this moment, and did not care much about these details.