"Come! the stopper is taken out of him; he called me father." Marius disengaged his head from his grandfather's arms, and said gently,-- "Now that I am better, father, I fancy I could see her." "Foreseen, too; you will see her to-morrow." "Father?" "Well, what?" "Why not to-day?" "Well, to-day; done for to-day. You have called me father thrice, and it's worth that. I will see about it, and she shall be brought here. Foreseen, I tell you. That has already been put in verse, and it is the denouement of André Chénier's elegy, the 'Jeune Malade,'--André Chénier, who was butchered by the scound--by the giants of '93." M. Gillenormand fancied he could see a slight frown on Marius's face, though, truth to tell, he was not listening, as he had flown away into ecstasy, and was thinking much more of Cosette than of 1793. The grandfather, trembling at haying introduced André Chénier so inopportunely, hurriedly continued,-- "Butchered is not the word. The fact is that the great revolutionary geniuses who were not wicked, that is incontestable, who were heroes, Pardi, found that André Chénier was slightly in their way, and they had him guillo--that is to say, these great men on the 7th Thermidor, in the interest of the public safety, begged André Chénier to be kind enough to go--" M. Gillenormand, garroted by his own sentence, could not continue. Unable to terminate it or retract it, the old man rushed, with all the speed which his age allowed, out of the bed-room, shut the door after him, and purple, choking, and foaming, with his eyes out of his head, found himself nose to nose with honest Basque, who was cleaning boots in the anteroom. He seized Basque by the collar and furiously shouted into his face, "By the hundred thousand Javottes of the devil, those brigands assassinated him!" "Whom, sir?" "André Chénier." "Yes, sir," said the horrified Basque, CHAPTER IV. MLLE. GILLENORMAND HAS NO OBJECTIONS TO THE MATCH. Cosette and Marius saw each other again. We will not attempt to describe the interview, for there are things which we must not attempt to paint: the sun is of the number. The whole family, Basque and Nicolette included, were assembled in Marius's chamber at the moment when Cosette entered. She appeared in the doorway, and seemed to be surrounded by a halo: precisely at this moment the grandfather was going to blow his nose, but he stopped short, holding his nose in his handkerchief and looking over it. "Adorable!" he cried.