Montfermeil is quite pretty

He took her hand. "Cosette is beautiful," he said, "Cosette is well. You shall see her soon;
but calm yourself; you are talking with too much vivacity, and you are throwing your arms
out from under the clothes, and that makes you cough."

In fact, fits of coughing interrupted Fantine at nearly every word.

Fantine did not murmur; she feared that she had injured by her too passionate lamentations
the confidence which she was desirous of inspiring, and she began to talk of indifferent
things.

"Montfermeil is quite pretty, is it not? People go there on pleasure parties in summer. Are
the Thenardiers prosperous? There are not many travellers in their parts. That inn of theirs
is a sort of a cook-shop."

M. Madeleine was still holding her hand, and gazing at her with anxiety; it was evident that
he had come to tell her things before which his mind now hesitated. The doctor, having
finished his visit, retired. Sister Simplice remained alone with them.

But in the midst of this pause Fantine exclaimed:--

"I hear her! mon Dieu, I hear her!"