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〃e immediately； I am in absolute need of thee。
The person who will deliver this note to thee is instructed to conduct thee to me。 I am waiting for thee。
e with confidence。〃
M。 Leblanc had written the whole of this。
Thenardier resumed：
〃Ah！ erase ‘e with confidence'； that might lead her to suppose that everything was not as it should be； and that distrust is possible。〃
M。 Leblanc erased the three words。
〃Now；〃 pursued Thenardier； 〃sign it。
What's your name？〃
The prisoner laid down the pen and demanded：
〃For whom is this letter？〃
〃You know well；〃 retorted Thenardier； 〃for the little one I just told you so。〃
It was evident that Thenardier avoided naming the young girl in question。
He said 〃the Lark；〃 he said 〃the little one；〃 but he did not pronounce her namethe precaution of a clever man guarding his secret from his acplices。
To mention the name was to deliver the whole 〃affair〃 into their hands； and to tell them more about it than there was any need of their knowing。
He went on：
〃Sign。
What is your name？〃
〃Urbain Fabre；〃 said the prisoner。
Thenardier； with the movement of a cat； dashed his hand into his pocket and drew out the handkerchief which had been seized on M。 Leblanc。 He looked for the mark on it； and held it close to the candle。
〃U。 F。 That's it。
Urbain Fabre。
Well； sign it U。 F。〃
The prisoner signed。
〃As two hands are required to fold the letter； give it to me； I will fold it。〃
That done； Thenardier resumed：
〃Address it； ‘Mademoiselle Fabre；' at your house。
I know that you live a long distance from here； near Saint…Jacquesdu…Haut…Pas； because you go to mass there every day； but I don't know in what street。 I see that you understand your situation。
As you have not lied about your name； you will not lie about your address。
Write it yourself。〃
The prisoner paused thoughtfully for a moment； then he took the pen and wrote：
〃Mademoiselle Fabre； at M。 Urbain Fabre's； Rue Saint…Dominique…D'Enfer； No。 17。〃
Thenardier seized the letter with a sort of feverish convulsion。
〃Wife！〃 he cried。
The Thenardier woman hastened to him。
〃Here's the letter。
You know what you have to do。
There is a carriage at the door。
Set out at once； and return ditto。〃
And addressing the man with the meat…axe：
〃Since you have taken off your nose…screen； acpany the mistress。 You will get up behind the fiacre。
You know where you left the team？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the man。
And depositing his axe in a corner； he followed Madame Thenardier。
As they set off； Thenardier thrust his head through the half…open door； and shouted into the corridor：
〃Above all things； don't lose the letter！ remember that you carry two hundred thousand francs with you！〃
The Thenardier's hoarse voice replied：
〃Be easy。
I have it in my bosom。〃
A minute had not elapsed； when the sound of the cracking of a whip was heard； which rapidly retreated and died away。
〃Good！〃 growled Thenardier。
〃They're going at a fine pace。 At such a gallop； the bourgeoise will be back inside three…quarters of an hour。〃
He drew a chair close to the fireplace； folding his arms； and presenting his muddy boots to the brazier。
〃My feet are cold！〃 said he。
Only five ruffians now remained in the den with Thenardier and the prisoner。
These men； through the black masks or paste which covered their faces； and made of them； at fear's pleasure； charcoal…burners； negroes； or demons； had a stupid and gloomy air； and it could be felt that they perpetrated a crime like a bit of work； tranquilly； without either wrath or mercy； with a sort of ennui。
They were crowded together in one corner like brutes； and remained silent。
Thenardier warmed his feet。
The prisoner had relapsed into his taciturnity。
A sombre calm had succeeded to the wild uproar which had filled the garret but a few moments before。
The candle； on which a large 〃stranger〃 had formed； cast but a dim light in the immense hovel； the brazier had grown dull； and all those monstrous heads cast misshapen shadows on the walls and ceiling。
No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man； who was fast asleep。
Marius waited in a state of anxiety that was augmented by every trifle。 The enigma was more impenetrable than ever。
Who was this 〃little one〃 whom Thenardier had called the Lark？ Was she his 〃Ursule〃？ The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word； 〃the Lark；〃 and had replied in the most natural manner in the world：
〃I do not know what you mean。〃
On the other hand； the two letters U。 F。 were explained； they meant Urbain Fabre； and Ursule was no longer named Ursule。
This was what Marius perceived most clearly of all。
A sort of horrible fascination held him nailed to his post； from which he was observing and manding this whole scene。 There he stood； almost incapable of movement or reflection； as though annihilated by the abominable things viewed at such close quarters。 He waited； in the hope of some incident； no matter of what nature； since he could not collect his thoughts and did not know upon what course to decide。
〃In any case；〃 he said； 〃if she is the Lark； I shall see her； for the Thenardier woman is to bring her hither。
That will be the end； and then I will give my life and my blood if necessary； but I will deliver her！
Nothing shall stop me。〃
Nearly half an hour passed in this manner。
Thenardier seemed to be absorbed in gloomy reflections； the prisoner did not stir。 Still； Marius fancied that at intervals； and for the last few moments； he had heard a faint； dull noise in the direction of the prisoner。
All at once； Thenardier addressed the prisoner：
〃By the way； Monsieur Fabre； I might as well say it to you at once。〃
These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation。 Marius strained his ears。
〃My wife will be back shortly； don't get impatient。
I think that the Lark really is your daughter； and it seems to me quite natural that you should keep he