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The one on the floor was the colonel。
The other two were the doctor； and the priest； who was engaged in prayer。
The colonel had been attacked by brain fever three days previously。 As he had a foreboding of evil at the very beginning of his illness； he had written to M。 Gillenormand to demand his son。
The malady had grown worse。
On the very evening of Marius' arrival at Vernon； the colonel had had an attack of delirium； he had risen from his bed； in spite of the servant's efforts to prevent him； crying：
〃My son is not ing！
I shall go to meet him！〃
Then he ran out of his room and fell prostrate on the floor of the antechamber。
He had just expired。
The doctor had been summoned； and the cure。
The doctor had arrived too late。
The son had also arrived too late。
By the dim light of the candle； a large tear could be distinguished on the pale and prostrate colonel's cheek； where it had trickled from his dead eye。
The eye was extinguished； but the tear was not yet dry。
That tear was his son's delay。
Marius gazed upon that man whom he beheld for the first time； on that venerable and manly face； on those open eyes which saw not； on those white locks； those robust limbs； on which； here and there； brown lines； marking sword…thrusts； and a sort of red stars； which indicated bullet…holes； were visible。
He contemplated that gigantic sear which stamped heroism on that countenance upon which God had imprinted goodness。
He reflected that this man was his father； and that this man was dead； and a chill ran over him。
The sorrow which he felt was the sorrow which he would have felt in the presence of any other man whom he had chanced to behold stretched out in death。
Anguish； poignant anguish； was in that chamber。
The servant…woman was lamenting in a corner； the cure was praying； and his sobs were audible； the doctor was wiping his eyes； the corpse itself was weeping。
The doctor； the priest； and the woman gazed at Marius in the midst of their affliction without uttering a word； he was the stranger there。
Marius； who was far too little affected； felt ashamed and embarrassed at his own attitude； he held his hat in his hand； and he dropped it on the floor； in order to produce the impression that grief had deprived him of the strength to hold it。
At the same time； he experienced remorse； and he despised himself for behaving in this manner。
But was it his fault？
He did not love his father？
Why should he！
The colonel had left nothing。
The sale of big furniture barely paid the expenses of his burial。
The servant found a scrap of paper； which she handed to Marius。 It contained the following； in the colonel's handwriting：
〃For my son。The Emperor made me a Baron on the battle…field of Waterloo。
Since the Restoration disputes my right to this title which I purchased with my blood； my son shall take it and bear it。 That he will be worthy of it is a matter of course。〃
Below； the colonel had added：
〃At that same battle of Waterloo； a sergeant saved my life。 The man's name was Thenardier。
I think that he has recently been keeping a little inn； in a village in the neighborhood of Paris； at Chelles or Montfermeil。
If my son meets him； he will do all the good he can to Thenardier。〃
Marius took this paper and preserved it； not out of duty to his father； but because of that vague respect for death which is always imperious in the heart of man。
Nothing remained of the colonel。
M。 Gillenormand had his sword and uniform sold to an old…clothes dealer。
The neighbors devastated the garden and pillaged the rare flowers。
The other plants turned to nettles and weeds； and died。
Marius remained only forty…eight hours at Vernon。
After the interment he returned to Paris； and applied himself again to his law studies； with no more thought of his father than if the latter had never lived。 In two days the colonel was buried； and in three forgotten。
Marius wore crape on his hat。
That was all。
BOOK THIRD。THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON
CHAPTER V
THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS； IN ORDER TO BEE A REVOLUTIONIST
Marius had preserved the religious habits of his childhood。 One Sunday； when he went to hear mass at Saint…Sulpice； at that same chapel of the Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad； he placed himself behind a pillar； being more absent…minded and thoughtful than usual on that occasion； and knelt down； without paying any special heed； upon a chair of Utrecht velvet； on the back of which was inscribed this name：
Monsieur Mabeuf； warden。
Mass had hardly begun when an old man presented himself and said to Marius：
〃This is my place； sir。〃
Marius stepped aside promptly； and the old man took possession of his chair。
The mass concluded； Marius still stood thoughtfully a few paces distant； the old man approached him again and said：
〃I beg your pardon； sir； for having disturbed you a while ago； and for again disturbing you at this moment； you must have thought me intrusive； and I will explain myself。〃
〃There is no need of that； Sir；〃 said Marius。
〃Yes！〃 went on the old man； 〃I do not wish you to have a bad opinion of me。
You see； I am attached to this place。
It seems to me that the mass is better from here。
Why？
I will tell you。 It is from this place； that I have watched a poor； brave father e regularly； every two or three months； for the last ten years； since he had no other opportunity and no other way of seeing his child； because he was prevented by family arrangements。 He came at the hour when he knew that his son would be brought to mass。
The little one never suspected that his father was there。 Perhaps he did not even know that he had a father； poor innocent！ The father kept behind a pillar； so that he might not be seen。 He gazed at his child and he wept。
He adored that little fellow； poor man！
I could see that。
This spot has bee sanctified in my sight； and I have contracted a habit of ing hither to listen to the mass。
I prefer it to the stall to which