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An exquisite grace； for beauty enhanced by ingenuousness is ineffable； and nothing is so adorable as a dazzling and innocent creature who walks along； holding in her hand the key to paradise without being conscious of it。
But what she had lost in ingenuous grace； she gained in pensive and serious charm。 Her whole person； permeated with the joy of youth； of innocence； and of beauty； breathed forth a splendid melancholy。
It was at this epoch that Marius； after the lapse of six months； saw her once more at the Luxembourg。
BOOK THIRD。THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET
CHAPTER VI
THE BATTLE BEGUN
Cosette in her shadow； like Marius in his； was all ready to take fire。 Destiny； with its mysterious and fatal patience； slowly drew together these two beings； all charged and all languishing with the stormy electricity of passion； these two souls which were laden with love as two clouds are laden with lightning； and which were bound to overflow and mingle in a look like the clouds in a flash of fire。
The glance has been so much abused in love romances that it has finally fallen into disrepute。
One hardly dares to say； nowadays； that two beings fell in love because they looked at each other。 That is the way people do fall in love； nevertheless； and the only way。
The rest is nothing； but the rest es afterwards。 Nothing is more real than these great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of that spark。
At that particular hour when Cosette unconsciously darted that glance which troubled Marius； Marius had no suspicion that he had also launched a look which disturbed Cosette。
He caused her the same good and the same evil。
She had been in the habit of seeing him for a long time； and she had scrutinized him as girls scrutinize and see； while looking elsewhere。 Marius still considered Cosette ugly； when she had already begun to think Marius handsome。
But as he paid no attention to her； the young man was nothing to her。
Still； she could not refrain from saying to herself that he had beautiful hair； beautiful eyes； handsome teeth； a charming tone of voice when she heard him conversing with his rades； that he held himself badly when he walked； if you like； but with a grace that was all his own； that he did not appear to be at all stupid； that his whole person was noble； gentle； simple； proud； and that； in short； though he seemed to be poor； yet his air was fine。
On the day when their eyes met at last； and said to each other those first； obscure； and ineffable things which the glance lisps； Cosette did not immediately understand。
She returned thoughtfully to the house in the Rue de l'Ouest； where Jean Valjean； according to his custom； had e to spend six weeks。
The next morning； on waking； she thought of that strange young man； so long indifferent and icy； who now seemed to pay attention to her； and it did not appear to her that this attention was the least in the world agreeable to her。 She was； on the contrary； somewhat incensed at this handsome and disdainful individual。
A substratum of war stirred within her。 It struck her； and the idea caused her a wholly childish joy； that she was going to take her revenge at last。
Knowing that she was beautiful； she was thoroughly conscious； though in an indistinct fashion； that she possessed a weapon。 Women play with their beauty as children do with a knife。 They wound themselves。
The reader will recall Marius' hesitations； his palpitations； his terrors。
He remained on his bench and did not approach。 This vexed Cosette。
One day； she said to Jean Valjean： 〃Father； let us stroll about a little in that direction。〃 Seeing that Marius did not e to her； she went to him。
In such cases； all women resemble Mahomet。
And then； strange to say； the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity； in a young girl it is boldness。
This is surprising； and yet nothing is more simple。 It is the two sexes tending to approach each other and assuming； each the other's qualities。
That day； Cosette's glance drove Marius beside himself； and Marius' glance set Cosette to trembling。
Marius went away confident； and Cosette uneasy。
From that day forth； they adored each other。
The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound melancholy。 It seemed to her that her soul had bee black since the day before。 She no longer recognized it。
The whiteness of soul in young girls； which is posed of coldness and gayety； resembles snow。
It melts in love； which is its sun。
Cosette did not know what love was。
She had never heard the word uttered in its terrestrial sense。
On the books of profane music which entered the convent； amour （love） was replaced by tambour （drum） or pandour。
This created enigmas which exercised the imaginations of the big girls； such as：
Ah； how delightful is the drum！ or； Pity is not a pandour。
But Cosette had left the convent too early to have occupied herself much with the 〃drum。〃
Therefore； she did not know what name to give to what she now felt。
Is any one the less ill because one does not know the name of one's malady？
She loved with all the more passion because she loved ignorantly。 She did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing； useful or dangerous； eternal or temporary； allowable or prohibited； she loved。
She would have been greatly astonished； had any one said to her：
〃You do not sleep？
But that is forbidden！ You do not eat？
Why； that is very bad！
You have oppressions and palpitations of the heart？
That must not be！
You blush and turn pale； when a certain being clad in black appears at the end of a certain green walk？
But that is abominable！〃 She would not have understood； and she would have replied： 〃What fault is there of mine in a matter in which I have no power and of which I know nothing？〃
It turned out that the love which presented itself was exactly suited to the state of her soul。
It was a sort of admiration at a distance； a mute contemplation； the deification of a stranger。 It was the apparition of youth to youth； the drea