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Updated: June 17, 2025
Among these details the reader will encounter two or three improbable circumstances, which we preserve out of respect for the truth. On the afternoon following the visit of Javert, M. Madeleine went to see Fantine according to his wont. Before entering Fantine's room, he had Sister Simplice summoned.
The next morning, when Marguerite entered Fantine's room before daylight, for they always worked together, and in this manner used only one candle for the two, she found Fantine seated on her bed, pale and frozen. She had not lain down. Her cap had fallen on her knees. Her candle had burned all night, and was almost entirely consumed.
Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt down before that hand, lifted it gently, and kissed it. Then he rose, and turned to Javert. "Now," said he, "I am at your disposal." Javert deposited Jean Valjean in the city prison.
Fortunately, the doctor had been warned, and he now made his appearance. He came to the aid of M. Madeleine. "Calm yourself, my child," said the doctor; "your child is here." Fantine's eyes beamed and filled her whole face with light. She clasped her hands with an expression which contained all that is possible to prayer in the way of violence and tenderness.
The three others, less timid, as we have already said, wore low-necked dresses without disguise, which in summer, beneath flower-adorned hats, are very graceful and enticing; but by the side of these audacious outfits, blond Fantine's canezou, with its transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and displaying at one and the same time, seemed an alluring godsend of decency, and the famous Court of Love, presided over by the Vicomtesse de Cette, with the sea-green eyes, would, perhaps, have awarded the prize for coquetry to this canezou, in the contest for the prize of modesty.
The doctor took Sister Simplice aside, and she explained matters to him; that M. Madeleine was absent for a day or two, and that in their doubt they had not thought it well to undeceive the invalid, who believed that the mayor had gone to Montfermeil; that it was possible, after all, that her guess was correct: the doctor approved. He returned to Fantine's bed, and she went on:
The doctor sounded Fantine's chest and shook his head. M. Madeleine said to the doctor: "Well?" "Has she not a child which she desires to see?" said the doctor. "Yes." "Well! Make haste and get it here!" M. Madeleine shuddered. Fantine inquired: "What did the doctor say?" M. Madeleine forced himself to smile. "He said that your child was to be brought speedily.
"In that case, she is asleep; but Monsieur le Maire may enter." He made some remarks about a door which shut badly, and the noise of which might awaken the sick woman; then he entered Fantine's chamber, approached the bed and drew aside the curtains. She was asleep.
Child as she was, she loved them both. Then left Paris. Fantine's native place had changed. M. Madeline an angel, and inventor of jet work had been teaching the villagers how to make spurious jet. This is a progressive age. Those Americans, children of the West, they make nutmegs out of wood. I, myself, have seen hams made of pine, in the wigwams of those children of the forest.
He repaired to Fantine's bed of suffering, as usual, and prolonged his visit, through a kindly instinct, telling himself that he must behave thus, and recommend her well to the sisters, in case he should be obliged to be absent himself.
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