of anguish.
Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of himself nor of Marius.
He was thinking of Cosette.
BOOK THIRD.--MUD BUT THE SOUL
CHAPTER VIII
THE TORN COAT-TAIL
In the midst of this prostration, a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a low voice said to him:
"Half shares."
Some person in that gloom?
Nothing so closely resembles a dream as despair.
Jean Valjean thought that he was dreaming. He had heard no footsteps.
Was it possible?
He raised his eyes.
A man stood before him.
This man was clad in a blouse; his feet were bare; he held his shoes in his left hand; he had evidently removed them in order to reach Jean Valjean, without allowing his steps to be heard.
Jean Valjean did not hesitate for an instant.
Unexpected as was this encounter, this man was known to him.
The man was Thenardier.
Although awakened, so to speak, with a start, Jean Valjean, accustomed to alarms, and steeled to unforeseen shocks that must be promptly parried, instantly regained possession of his presence of mind.
Moreover, the situation could not be made worse, a certain degree of distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thenardier himself could add nothing to this blackness of this night.
A momentary pause ensued.
Thenardier, raising his right hand to a level with his forehead, formed with it a shade, then he brought his eyelashes together, by screwing up his eyes, a motion which, in connection with a slight contraction of the mouth, characterizes the sagacious attention of a man who is endeavoring to recognize another man.