Cosette was going away.
With whom?
She did not know.
Whither?
She knew not.
All that she understood was that she was leaving the Thenardier tavern behind her.
No one had thought of bidding her farewell, nor had she thought of taking leave of any one.
She was leaving that hated and hating house.
Poor, gentle creature, whose heart had been repressed up to that hour!
Cosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing at the sky.
She had put her louis in the pocket of her new apron.
From time to time, she bent down and glanced at it; then she looked at the good man.
She felt something as though she were beside the good God.
BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN
CHAPTER X
HE WHO SEEKS TO BETTER HIMSELF MAY RENDER HIS SITUATION WORSE
Madame Thenardier had allowed her husband to have his own way, as was her wont.
She had expected great results.