Nicolette.
"Well," retorted M. Gillenormand, who had overheard her, in the same tone, "he''s a learned man.
What then?
Is that his fault? Monsieur Boulard, one of my acquaintances, never walked out without a book under his arm either, and he always had some old volume hugged to his heart like that."
And, with a bow, he said aloud:
"Monsieur Tranchelevent . . ."
Father Gillenormand did not do it intentionally, but inattention to proper names was an aristocratic habit of his.
"Monsieur Tranchelevent, I have the honor of asking you, on behalf of my grandson, Baron Marius Pontmercy, for the hand of Mademoiselle."
Monsieur Tranchelevent bowed.
"That''s settled," said the grandfather.
And, turning to Marius and Cosette, with both arms extended in blessing, he cried:
"Permission to adore each other!"
They did not require him to repeat it twice.
So much the worse! the chirping began.
They talked low.
Marius, resting on his elbow on his reclining chair, Cosette standing beside him.
"Oh, heavens!" murmured Cosette, "I see you once again! it is thou! it is you! The idea of going and fighting like that!
But why?
It is horrible. I have been dead for four months.
Oh! how wicked it was of you to go to that battle!
What had I done to you?
I pardon you, but you will never do it again.