When Cosette's mother had taken her departure； the man said to the woman：
〃That will serve to pay my note for one hundred and ten francs which falls due to…morrow； I lacked fifty francs。
Do you know that I should have had a bailiff and a protest after me？ You played the mouse…trap nicely with your young ones。〃
〃Without suspecting it；〃 said the woman。
BOOK FOURTH。TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON'S POWER
CHAPTER II
FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES
The mouse which had been caught was a pitiful specimen； but the cat rejoices even over a lean mouse。
Who were these Thenardiers？
Let us say a word or two of them now。
We will plete the sketch later on。
These beings belonged to that bastard class posed of coarse people who have been successful； and of intelligent people who have descended in the scale； which is between the class called 〃middle〃 and the class denominated as 〃inferior；〃 and which bines some of the defects of the second with nearly all the vices of the first； without possessing the generous impulse of the workingman nor the honest order of the bourgeois。
They were of those dwarfed natures which； if a dull fire chances to warm them up； easily bee monstrous。
There was in the woman a substratum of the brute； and in the man the material for a blackguard。 Both were susceptible； in the highest degree； of the sort of hideous progress which is acplished in the direction of evil。
There exist crab…like souls which are continually retreating towards the darkness； retrograding in life rather than advancing； employing experience to augment their deformity； growing incessantly worse； and being more and more impregnated with an ever…augmenting blackness。 This man and woman possessed such souls。
Thenardier； in particular； was troublesome for a physiognomist。 One can only look at some men to distrust them； for one feels that they are dark in both directions。
They are uneasy in the rear and threatening in front。
There is something of the unknown about them。 One can no more answer for what they have done than for what they will do。
The shadow which they bear in their glance denounces them。 From merely hearing them utter a word or seeing them make a gesture； one obtains a glimpse of sombre secrets in their past and of sombre mysteries in their future。
This Thenardier； if he himself was to be believed； had been a soldier a sergeant； he said。
He had probably been through the campaign of 1815； and had even conducted himself with tolerable valor； it would seem。 We shall see later on how much truth there was in this。
The sign of his hostelry was in allusion to one of his feats of arms。 He had painted it himself； for he knew how to do a little of everything； and badly。
It was at the epoch when the ancient classical romance which； after having been Clelie； was no longer anything but Lodoiska； still noble； but ever more and more vulgar； having fallen from Mademoiselle de Scuderi to Madame Bournon…Malarme； and from Madame de Lafayette to Madame Barthelemy…Hadot； was setting the loving hearts of the portresses of Paris aflame； and even ravaging the suburbs to some extent。 Madame Thenardier was just intelligent enough to read this sort of books。 She lived on them。
In them she drowned what brains she possessed。 This had given her； when very young； and even a little later； a sort of pensive attitude towards her husband； a scamp of a certain depth； a ruffian lettered to the extent of the grammar； coarse and fine at one and the same time； but； so far as sentimentalism was concerned； given to the perusal of Pigault…Lebrun； and 〃in what concerns the sex；〃 as he said in his jargona downright； unmitigated lout。
His wife was twelve or fifteen years younger than he was。
Later on； when her hair； arranged in a romantically drooping fashion； began to grow gray； when the Magaera began to be developed from the Pamela； the female Thenardier was nothing but a coarse； vicious woman； who had dabbled in stupid romances。
Now； one cannot read nonsense with impunity。 The result was that her eldest daughter was named Eponine； as for the younger； the poor little thing came near being called Gulnare； I know not to what diversion； effected by a romance of Ducray…Dumenil； she owed the fact that she merely bore the name of Azelma。
However； we will remark by the way； everything was not ridiculous and superficial in that curious epoch to which we are alluding； and which may be designated as the anarchy of baptismal names。 By the side of this romantic element which we have just indicated there is the social symptom。
It is not rare for the neatherd's boy nowadays to bear the name of Arthur； Alfred； or Alphonse； and for the viteif there are still any vitesto be called Thomas； Pierre； or Jacques。
This displacement； which places the 〃elegant〃 name on the plebeian and the rustic name on the aristocrat； is nothing else than an eddy of equality。
The irresistible penetration of the new inspiration is there as everywhere else。 Beneath this apparent discord there is a great and a profound thing； the French Revolution。
BOOK FOURTH。TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON'S POWER
CHAPTER III
It is not all in all sufficient to be wicked in order to prosper。 The cook…shop was in a bad way。
Thanks to the traveller's fifty…seven francs； Thenardier had been able to avoid a protest and to honor his signature。
On the following month they were again in need of money。
The woman took Cosette's outfit to Paris； and pawned it at the pawnbroker's for sixty francs。 As soon as that sum was spent； the Thenardiers grew accustomed to look on the little girl merely as a child whom they were caring for out of charity； and they treated her accordingly。
As she had no longer any clothes； they dressed her in the cast…off petticoats and chemises of the Thenardier brats； that is to say； in rags。 They fed her on what all the rest had lefta little better than the dog； a little worse than the cat。
Moreover； the cat and the dog were her habitual table…panions； Cosette ate with them under the table； from a wooden bowl similar to theirs。
The mother； who had established herself； as we shall see later on； at M。 sur M。； wrote； or； more correctly； caused to be written； a letter every month； that she might have news of her child。 The Thenardiers replied invariably； 〃Cosette is doing wonderfully well。〃
At the expiration of the first six months the mother sent seven francs for the seventh month； and continued her remittances with tolerable regularity from month to month。
The year was not pleted when Thenardier said：
〃A fine favor she is doing us； in sooth！
What does she expect us to do with her seven francs？〃 and he wrote to demand twelve francs。
The mother； whom they had persuaded into the belief that her child was happy； 〃and was ing on well；〃 submitted； and forwarded the twelve francs。
Certain natures cannot love on the one hand without hating on the other。
Mother Thenardier loved her two daughters passionately； which caused her to hate the stranger。
It is sad to think that the love of a mother can possess villainous aspects。
Little as was the space occupied by Cosette； it seemed to her as though it were taken from her own； and that that little child diminished the air which her daughters breathed。 This woman； like many women of her sort； had a load of caresses and a burden of blows and injuries to dispense each day。 If she had not had Cosette； it is certain that her daughters； idolized as they were； would have received the whole of it； but the stranger did them the service to divert the blows to herself。 Her daughters received nothing but caresses。
Cosette could not make a motion which did not draw down upon her head a heavy shower of violent blows and unmerited chastisement。
The sweet； feeble being； who should not have understood anything of this world or of God； incessantly punished； scolded； ill…used； beaten； and seeing beside her two little creatures like herself； who lived in a ray of dawn！
Madame Thenardier was vicious with Cosette。
Eponine and Azelma were vicious。
Children at that age are only copies of their mother。 The size is smaller； that is all。
A year passed； then another。
People in the village said：
〃Those Thenardiers are good people。
They are not rich； and yet they are bringing up a poor child who was abandoned on their hands！〃
They thought that Cosette's mother had forgotten her。
In the meanwhile； Thenardier； having learned； it is impossible to say by what obscure means； that the child was probably a bastard； and that the mother could not acknowledge it； exacted fifteen francs a month； saying that 〃the creature〃 was growing and 〃eating；〃 and threatening to send her away。
〃Let her not bother me；〃 he exclaimed； 〃or I'll fire her brat right into the middle of her secrets。 I must have an increase。〃
The mother paid the fifteen francs。
From year to year the child grew； and so did her wretchedness。
As long as Cosette was little； she was the scape…goat of the two other children； as soon as she began to develop a little； that is to say； before she was even five years old； she became the servant of the household。
Five years old！ the reader will say； that is not probable。 Alas！ it is true。
Social suffering begins at all ages。 Have we not recently seen the trial of a man named Dumollard； an orphan turned bandit； who； from the age of five； as the official documents state； being alone in the world； 〃worked for his living and stole〃？
Cosette was made to run on errands； to sweep the rooms； the courtyard； the street； to wash the dishes； to even carry burdens。
The Thenardiers considered themselves all the more authorized to behave in this manner； since the mother； who was still at M。 sur M。； had bee irregular in her payments。
Some months she was in arrears。
If this mother had returned to Montfermeil at the end of these three years； she would not have recognized her child。
Cosette； so pretty and rosy on her arrival in that house； was now thin and pale。 She had an indescri