Weeks passed away.  These two beings led a wonderfully happy life in the old garret; Cosette would chatter, laugh, and sing all day.

Jean Valjean was careful never to go out in the daytime, but he began to be known in the district as “the mendicant who gives away money.”  There was one old man who sat by some church steps, and who generally seemed to be praying, whom Jean Valjean always liked to relieve.  One night when Jean Valjean had dropped a piece of money into his hand as usual, the beggar suddenly raised his eyes, stared hard at him, and then quickly dropped his head.  Jean Valjean started, and went home greatly troubled.  The face which he fancied he had seen was that of Javert.

A few nights later Jean Valjean found that Javert had taken lodgings in the same house where he and Cosette lived.  Taking the child by the hand, he at once set out for fresh quarters.  They passed through silent and empty streets, and crossed the river, and it seemed to Jean Valjean that no one was in pursuit.  But soon he noticed four men plainly shadowing him, and a shudder went over him.  He turned from street to street, trying to escape from the city, and at last found himself entrapped in a cul-de-sac. What was to be done?

There was no time to turn back.  Javert had undoubtedly picketed every outlet.  Fortunately for Jean Valjean, there was a deep shadow in the street, so that his own movements were unseen.

While he stood hesitating, a patrol of soldiers entered the street, with Javert at their head.  They frequently halted.  It was evident that they were exploring every hole and corner, and one might judge they would take a quarter of an hour before they reached the spot where Jean Valjean was.  It was a frightful moment.  Capture meant the galleys, and Cosette lost for ever.  There was only one thing possible—­to scale the wall which ran along a wide portion of the street.  But the difficulty was Cosette; there was no thought of abandoning her.

First, Jean Valjean procured a rope from the lamppost, for the lamps had not been lit that night owing to the moonlight.  This he fastened round the child, taking the other end between his teeth.  Half a minute later he was on his knees on the top of the wall.  Cosette watched him in silence.  All at once she heard Jean Valjean saying in a very low voice, “Lean against the wall.  Don’t speak, and don’t be afraid.”

She felt herself lifted from the ground, and before she had time to think where she was she found herself on the top of the wall.

Jean Valjean grasped her, put the child on his back, and crawled along the wall till he came to a sloping roof.  He could hear the thundering voice of Javert giving orders to the patrol to search the cul-de-sac to the end.

Jean Valjean slipped down the roof, still carrying Cosette, and leaped on the ground.  It was a convent garden he had entered.

On the other side of the wall the clatter of muskets and the imprecations of Javert resounded; from the convent came a hymn.