The Miserable World

Chapter 78 Part One (77)
She had just seen herself a subject of dispute between two opposing powers.She had seen two men who held in their hands her liberty，her life，her soul，her child，in combat before her very eyes；one of these men was drawing her towards darkness，the other was leading her back towards the light.
In this conflict，viewed through the exaggerations of terror，these two men had appeared to her like two giants；the one spoke like her demon，the other like her good angel.The angel had conquered the demon，and，strange to say，that which made her shudder from head to foot was the fact that this angel，this liberator，was the very man whom she abhorred，that mayor whom she had so long regarded as the author of all her woes，that Madeleine！And at the very moment when she had insulted him in so hideous a fashion，he had saved her！

Had she，then，been mistaken？Must she change her whole soul？

She did not know；she trembled.She listened in bewilderment，she looked on in affright，and at every word uttered by M.Madeleine she felt the frightful shades of hatred crumble and melt within her，and something warm and ineffable，indescribable，which was both joy，confidence and love，dawn in her heart.
When Javert had taken his departure，M.Madeleine turned to her and said to her in a deliberate voice，like a serious man who does not wish to weep and who finds some difficulty in speaking：——

'I have heard you.
I knew nothing about what you have mentioned.I believe that it is true，and I feel that it is true.
I was even ignorant of the fact that you had left my shop.
Why did you not apply to me？

But here；I will pay your debts，I will send for your child，or you shall go to her.
You shall live here，in Paris，or where you please.
I undertake the care of your child and yourself.
You shall not work any longer if you do not like.
I will give all the money you require.
You shall be honest and happy once more.
And listen！I declare to you that if all is as you say，——and I do not doubt it，——you have never ceased to be virtuous and holy in the sight of God.Oh！poor woman.'
This was more than Fantine could bear.
To have Cosette！

To leave this life of infamy.
To live free，rich，happy，respectable with Cosette；to see all these realities of paradise blossom of a sudden in the midst of her misery.
She stared stupidly at this man who was talking to her，and could only give vent to two or three sobs，'Oh！

Oh!

Oh！'
Her limbs gave way beneath her，she knelt in front of M.Madeleine，and before he could prevent her he felt her grasp his hand and press her lips to it.
Then she fainted.
BOOK SIXTH.——JAVERT
Ⅰ　THE BEGINNING OF REPOSE
M.Madeleine had Fantine removed to that infirmary which he had established in his own house.
He confided her to the sisters，who put her to bed.
A burning fever had come on.
She passed a part of the night in delirium and raving.
At length，however，she fell asleep.
On the morrow，towards midday，Fantine awoke.
She heard some one breathing close to her bed；she drew aside the curtain and saw M.Madeleine standing there and looking at something over her head.His gaze was full of pity，anguish，and supplication.
She followed its direction，and saw that it was fixed on a crucifix which was nailed to the wall.
Thenceforth，M.Madeleine was transfigured in Fantine's eyes.
He seemed to her to be clothed in light.
He was absorbed in a sort of prayer.She gazed at him for a long time without daring to interrupt him.At last she said timidly：——

'What are you doing？'
M.Madeleine had been there for an hour.
He had been waiting for Fantine to awake.
He took her hand，felt of her pulse，and replied：——

'How do you feel？'
'Well，I have slept，'she replied；'I think that I am better，It is nothing.'
He answered，responding to the first question which she had put to him as though he had just heard it：——

'I was praying to the martyr there on high.'
And he added in his own mind，'For the martyr here below.'
M.Madeleine had passed the night and the morning in making inquiries.
He knew all now.He knew Fantine's history in all its heart-rending details.
He went on：——

'You have suffered much，poor mother.
Oh！do not complain；you now have the dowry of the elect.
It is thus that men are transformed into angels.
It is not their fault they do not know how to go to work otherwise.
You see this hell from which you have just emerged is the first form of heaven.
It was necessary to begin there.'
He sighed deeply.
But she smiled on him with that sublime smile in which two teeth were lacking.
That same night，Javert wrote a letter.
The next morning be posted it himself at the office of M.sur M.It was addressed to Paris，and the superscription ran：

To Monsieur Chabouillet，Secretary of Monsieur le Prefet of Police.
As the affair in the station-house had been bruited about，the post-mistress and some other persons who saw the letter before it was sent off，and who recognized Javert's handwriting on the cover，thought that he was sending in his resignation.
M.Madeleine made haste to write to the Thenardiers.
Fantine owed them one hundred and twenty francs.
He sent them three hundred francs，telling them to pay themselves from that sum，and to fetch the child instantly to M.sur M.，where her sick mother required her presence.
This dazzled Thenardier.
'The devil！'said the man to his wife；'don't let's allow the child to go.
This lark is going to turn into a milch cow.
I see through it.
Some ninny has taken a fancy to the mother.'
He replied with a very well drawn-up bill for five hundred and some odd francs.
In this memorandum two indisputable items figured up over three hundred francs，——one for the doctor，the other for the apothecary who had attended and physicked Eponine and Azelma through two long illnesses.
Cosette，as we have already said，had not been ill.It was only a question of a trifling substitution of names.At the foot of the memorandum Thenardier wrote，Received on account，three hundred francs.
M.Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more，and wrote，'Make haste to bring Cosette.'
(End of this chapter)