Cosette looks back at the pavement, biting the inside of her lip.

Has she called up old memories that sadden him? She must think so. But she can't ask; he won't answer, for he never does, and certainly he never unburdens his cares to his daughter. The past is the past, and his thoughts are his thoughts, and there it stays.

Perhaps at Milliways she can ask. Perhaps not.

But here -- here she has Marius, and the very thought makes her smile joyfully to herself.