Ten months had elapsed since the "pretty farce."
What had taken place during those ten months?
It can be divined.
After abandonment, straightened circumstances.
Fantine had immediately lost sight of Favourite, Zephine and Dahlia; the bond once broken on the side of the men, it was loosed between the women; they would have been greatly astonished had any one told them a fortnight later, that they had been friends; there no longer existed any reason for such a thing.
Fantine had remained alone. The father of her child gone,--alas! such ruptures are irrevocable,-- she found herself absolutely isolated, minus the habit of work and plus the taste for pleasure.
Drawn away by her liaison with Tholomyes to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she had neglected to keep her market open; it was now closed to her.
She had no resource. Fantine barely knew how to read, and did not know how to write; in her childhood she had only been taught to sign her name; she had a public letter-writer indite an epistle to Tholomyes, then a second, then a third.
Tholomyes replied to none of them. Fantine heard the gossips say, as they looked at her child: "Who takes those children seriously!
One only shrugs one's shoulders over such children!"
Then she thought of Tholomyes, who had shrugged his shoulders over his child, and who did not take that innocent being seriously; and her heart grew gloomy toward that man. But what was she to do?
She no longer knew to whom to apply. She had committed a fault, but the foundation of her nature, as will be remembered, was modesty and virtue.
She was vaguely conscious that she was on the verge of falling into distress, and of gliding into a worse state.
Courage was necessary; she possessed it, and held herself firm.
The idea of returning to her native town of M. sur M. occurred to her.
There, some one might possibly know her and give her work; yes, but it would be necessary to conceal her fault.
In a confused way she perceived the necessity of a separation which would be more painful than the first one. Her heart contracted, but she took her resolution.
Fantine, as we shall see, had the fierce bravery of life.
She had already valiantly renounced finery, had dressed herself in linen, and had put all her silks, all her ornaments, all her ribbons, and all her laces on her daughter, the only vanity which was left to her, and a holy one it was.
She sold all that she had, which produced for her two hundred francs; her little debts paid, she had only about eighty francs left.