That is done every day.
You do not know life, my dear."
In this manner a certain time elapsed.
All at once Favourite made a movement, like a person who is just waking up.
"Well," said she, "and the surprise?"
"Yes, by the way," joined in Dahlia, "the famous surprise?"
"They are a very long time about it!" said Fantine.
As Fantine concluded this sigh, the waiter who had served them at dinner entered.
He held in his hand something which resembled a letter.
"What is that?" demanded Favourite.
The waiter replied:--
"It is a paper that those gentlemen left for these ladies."
"Why did you not bring it at once?"
"Because," said the waiter, "the gentlemen ordered me not to deliver it to the ladies for an hour."
Favourite snatched the paper from the waiter's hand.
It was, in fact, a letter.
"Stop!" said she; "there is no address; but this is what is written on it--"
"THIS IS THE SURPRISE."
She tore the letter open hastily, opened it, and read [she knew how to read]:--
"OUR BELOVED:--