Fantine's eyes

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.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "bring her to me!"

Touching illusion of a mother! Cosette was, for her, still the little child who is carried.

"Not yet," said the doctor, "not just now. You still have some fever. The sight of your
child would agitate you and do you harm. You must be cured first."

She interrupted him impetuously:--

"But I am cured! Oh, I tell you that I am cured! What an ass that doctor is! The idea! I
want to see my child!"

"You see," said the doctor, "how excited you become. So long as you are in this state I
shall oppose your having your child. It is not enough to see her; it is necessary that you
should live for her. When you are reasonable, I will bring her to you myself."