Meanwhile Cosette was still walled in behind her apparent unconcern and her imperturbable tranquility, so that Jean Valjean came to this conclusion: “This booby is madly in love with Cosette, but Cosette doesn’t even know he exists!” There was nevertheless a pang in his heart. The instant when Cosette would fall in love might come at any moment. Doesn’t everything begin by indifference?
