s head, as though taking note of this, and continued:
"What am I to Cosette?
A passer-by. Ten years ago, I did not know that she was in existence.
I love her, it is true.
One loves a child whom one has seen when very young, being old oneself.
When one is old, one feels oneself a grandfather towards all little children. You may, it seems to me, suppose that I have something which resembles a heart.
She was an orphan.
Without either father or mother. She needed me.
That is why I began to love her.
Children are so weak that the first comer, even a man like me, can become their protector.
I have fulfilled this duty towards Cosette. I do not think that so slight a thing can be called a good action; but if it be a good action, well, say that I have done it. Register this attenuating circumstance.
To-day, Cosette passes out of my life; our two roads part.
Henceforth, I can do nothing for her.
She is Madame Pontmercy.
Her providence has changed. And Cosette gains by the change.
All is well.
As for the six hundred thousand francs, you do not mention them to me, but I forestall your thought, they are a deposit.
How did that deposit come into my hands?
What does that matter?
I restore the deposit. Nothing more can be demanded of me.
I complete the restitution by announcing my true name.