Jean Valjean said to him.
Marius could find no words, and Jean Valjean added:
"Thanks."
Cosette tore off her shawl and tossed her hat on the bed.
"It embarrasses me," said she.
And, seating herself on the old man''s knees, she put aside his white locks with an adorable movement, and kissed his brow.
Jean Valjean, bewildered, let her have her own way.
Cosette, who only understood in a very confused manner, redoubled her caresses, as though she desired to pay Marius'' debt.
Jean Valjean stammered:
"How stupid people are!
I thought that I should never see her again.
Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was saying to myself:
`All is over.
Here is her little gown, I am a miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,'' and I was saying that at the very moment when you were mounting the stairs.
Was not I an idiot?
Just see how idiotic one can be!
One reckons without the good God.
The good God says:
"`You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid!
No. No, things will not go so.
Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an angel.''
And the angel comes, and one sees one''s Cosette again! and one sees one''s little Cosette once more!
Ah!
I was very unhappy."
For a moment he could not speak, then he went on: