And, then, when one is sad, one eats less.
Well, sufferings, uneasiness, a little bread on one hand, trouble on the other,--all this will support me."
It would have been a great happiness to have her little girl with her in this distress.
She thought of having her come.
But what then! Make her share her own destitution!
And then, she was in debt to the Thenardiers!
How could she pay them?
And the journey! How pay for that?
The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life of indigence, was a sainted spinster named Marguerite, who was pious with a true piety, poor and charitable towards the poor, and even towards the rich, knowing how to write just sufficiently to sign herself Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science.
There are many such virtuous people in this lower world; some day they will be in the world above.
This life has a morrow.
At first, Fantine had been so ashamed that she had not dared to go out.
When she was in the street, she divined that people turned round behind her, and pointed at her; every one stared at her and no one greeted her; the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind.
It seems as though an unfortunate woman were utterly bare beneath the sarcasm and the curiosity of all in small towns.
In Paris, at least, no one knows you, and this obscurity is a garment. Oh! how she would have liked to betake herself to Paris!
Impossible!
She was obliged to accustom herself to disrepute, as she had accustomed herself to indigence.
Gradually she decided on her course. At the expiration of two or three months she shook off her shame, and began to go about as though there were nothing the matter. "It is all the same to me," she said.
She went and came, bearing her head well up, with a bitter smile, and was conscious that she was becoming brazen-faced.
Madame Victurnien sometimes saw her passing, from her window, noticed the distress of "that creature" who, "thanks to her," had been "put back in her proper place," and congratulated herself. The happiness of the evil-minded is black.