Withthatmachineonmyhead，IhavetheairofMadameMad—dog。\"
JeanValjeanheavedadeepsigh。
Fromthatmomentforth，henoticedthatCosette，whohadalwaysheretoforeaskedtoremainathome，saying:\"Father，Ienjoymyselfmoreherewithyou，\"nowwasalwaysaskingtogoout。Infact，whatistheuseofhavingahandsomefaceandadeliciouscostumeifonedoesnotdisplaythem？
HealsonoticedthatCosettehadnolongerthesametasteforthebackgarden。Nowshepreferredthegarden，anddidnotdisliketopromenadebackandforthinfrontoftherailedfence。
JeanValjean，whowasshy，neversetfootinthegarden。