The moral wretchedness of Thenardier, the bourgeois who had missed his vocation, was irremediable.
He was in America what he had been in Europe.
Contact with an evil man sometimes suffices to corrupt a good action and to cause evil things to spring from it.
With Marius'' money, Thenardier set up as a slave-dealer.
As soon as Thenardier had left the house, Marius rushed to the garden, where Cosette was still walking.
"Cosette!
Cosette!" he cried.
"Come! come quick!
Let us go.
Basque, a carriage!
Cosette, come.
Ah!
My God!
It was he who saved my life!
Let us not lose a minute!
Put on your shawl."
Cosette thought him mad and obeyed.
He could not breathe, he laid his hand on his heart to restrain its throbbing.
He paced back and forth with huge strides, he embraced Cosette:
"Ah!
Cosette!
I am an unhappy wretch!" said he.
Marius was bewildered.
He began to catch a glimpse in Jean Valjean of some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure.
An unheard-of virtue, supreme and sweet, humble in its immensity, appeared to him.
The convict was transfigured into Christ.
Marius was dazzled by this prodigy.
He did not know precisely what he beheld, but it was grand.