"I'll tell him. Anything you like, I promise, Papa."
She didn't retain half of what Joly said, even though he was carefully phrasing it to be understood. But she understood the important things: that he was warm and reassuring, and that her father will be well soon.
The relief is indescribable. For some reason, it's making her cry again. She feels as if all she's done for hours is weep to suffocation. She bows her head over her father's hand clasped in her own, even if tears fall on it.
"I know the money is mine -- I know it, I'll spend it on anything you like -- only stay here with your little Cosette, be my papa, that's all. Don't strain yourself. I'm right here, I'm listening. And you're quite right about my husband. You're perfectly right, papa, he's so very good."
She has so many questions -- what Marius kept from her, what he knew -- and she'll ask them, but she's telling the truth too, and in this moment she means it utterly.
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She didn't retain half of what Joly said, even though he was carefully phrasing it to be understood. But she understood the important things: that he was warm and reassuring, and that her father will be well soon.
The relief is indescribable. For some reason, it's making her cry again. She feels as if all she's done for hours is weep to suffocation. She bows her head over her father's hand clasped in her own, even if tears fall on it.
"I know the money is mine -- I know it, I'll spend it on anything you like -- only stay here with your little Cosette, be my papa, that's all. Don't strain yourself. I'm right here, I'm listening. And you're quite right about my husband. You're perfectly right, papa, he's so very good."
She has so many questions -- what Marius kept from her, what he knew -- and she'll ask them, but she's telling the truth too, and in this moment she means it utterly.