They flocked round Gavroche. But he had no time to tell anything. Marius drew him aside with a shudder. 'What are you doing here? ' 'Hullo! ' said the child, 'what are you doing here yourself? ' And he stared at Marius intently with his epic effrontery.
His eyes grew larger with the proud light within them. It was with an accent of severity that Marius continued: 'Who told you to come back? Did you deliver my letter at the address? ' Gavroche was not without some compunctions in the matter of that letter.
In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather than delivered it. He was forced to acknowledge to himself that he had confided it rather lightly to that stranger whose face he had not been able to make out.
It is true that the man was bareheaded, but that was not sufficient. In short, he had been administering to himself little inward remonstrances and he feared Marius’ reproaches. In order to extricate himself from the predicament, he took the simplest course; he lied abominably.
'Citizen, I delivered the letter to the porter. The lady was asleep. She will have the letter when she wakes up. ' Marius had had two objects in sending that letter: to bid farewell to Cosette and to save Gavroche.
He was obliged to content himself with the half of his desire. The despatch of his letter and the presence of M. Fauchelevent in the barricade, was a coincidence which occurred to him. He pointed out M. Fauchelevent to Gavroche. 'Do you know that man? ' 'No,' said Gavroche.
Gavroche had, in fact, as we have just mentioned, seen Jean Valjean only at night. The troubled and unhealthy conjectures which had outlined themselves in Marius’ mind were dissipated. Did he know M.