People arrange such departures tranquilly；but they are despairs！
A neighbor of the Thenardiers met this mother as she was setting out，and came back with the remark：——
'I have just seen a woman crying in the street so that it was enough to rend your heart.'
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
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 complete the sketch later on.
These beings belonged to that bastard class composed 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 combines 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 become 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 accomplished 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 becoming 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 ***，'as he said in his jargon——a 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 vicomte——if there are still any vicomtes——to 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
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.
