This human creature had entered life in just this way.
At the age of ten，Fantine quitted the town and went to service with some farmers in the neighborhood.
At fifteen she came to Paris'to seek her fortune.'Fantine was beautiful，and remained pure as long as she could.She was a lovely blonde，with fine teeth.
She had gold and pearls for her dowry；but her gold was on her head，and her pearls were in her mouth.
She worked for her living；then，still for the sake of her living，——for the heart，also，has its hunger，——she loved.
She loved Tholomyes.
An amour for him；passion for her.
The streets of the Latin quarter，filled with throngs of students and grisettes，saw the beginning of their dream.
Fantine had long evaded Tholomyes in the mazes of the hill of the Pantheon，where so many adventurers twine and untwine，but in such a way as constantly to encounter him again.There is a way of avoiding which resembles seeking.
In short，the eclogue took place.
Blachevelle，Listolier，and Fameuil formed a sort of group of which Tholomyes was the head.
It was he who possessed the wit.
Tholomyes was the antique old student；he was rich；he had an income of four thousand francs；four thousand francs！a splendid scandal on Mount Sainte-Genevieve.Tholomyes was a fast man of thirty，and badly preserved.
He was wrinkled and toothless，and he had the beginning of a bald spot，of which he himself said with sadness，the skull at thirty，the knee at forty.
His digestion was mediocre，and he had been attacked by a watering in one eye.
But in proportion as his youth disappeared，gayety was kindled；he replaced his teeth with buffooneries，his hair with mirth，his health with irony，his weeping eye laughed incessantly.
He was dilapidated but still in flower.His youth，which was packing up for departure long before its time，beat a retreat in good order，bursting with laughter，and no one saw anything but fire.
He had had a piece rejected at the Vaudeville.He made a few verses now and then.
In addition to this he doubted everything to the last degree，which is a vast force in the eyes of the weak.
Being thus ironical and bald，he was the leader.Iron is an English word.
Is it possible that irony is derived from it？
One day Tholomyes took the three others aside，with the gesture of an oracle，and said to them：——
'Fantine，Dahlia，Zephine，and Favourite have been teasing us for nearly a year to give them a surprise.
We have promised them solemnly that we would.
They are forever talking about it to us，to me in particular，just as the old women in Naples cry to Saint Januarius，Faccia gialluta，fa o miracolo，Yellow face，perform thy miracle，'so our beauties say to me incessantly，Tholomyes，when will you bring forth your surprise？'
At the same time our parents keep writing to us.Pressure on both sides.
The moment has arrived，it seems to me；let us discuss the question.'
Thereupon，Tholomyes lowered his voice and articulated something so mirthful，that a vast and enthusiastic grin broke out upon the four mouths simultaneously，and Blachevelle exclaimed，'That is an idea.'
A smoky tap-room presented itself；they entered，and the remainder of their confidential colloquy was lost in shadow.
The result of these shades was a dazzling pleasure party which took place on the following Sunday，the four young men inviting the four young girls.
Ⅲ FOUR AND FOUR
It is hard nowadays to picture to one's self what a pleasure-trip of students and grisettes to the country was like，forty-five years ago.The suburbs of Paris are no longer the same；the physiognomy of what may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last half-century；where there was the cuckoo，there is the railway car；where there was a tender-boat，there is now the steamboat；people speak of Fecamp nowadays as they spoke of Saint-Cloud in those days.The Paris of 1862 is a city which has France for its outskirts.
The four couples conscientiously went through with all the country follies possible at that time.
The vacation was beginning，and it was a warm，bright，summer day.
On the preceding day，Favourite，the only one who knew how to write，had written the following to Tholomyes in the name of the four：
'It is a good hour to emerge from happiness.'
That is why they rose at five o'clock in the morning.Then they went to Saint-Cloud by the coach，looked at the dry cascade and exclaimed，'This must be very beautiful when there is water！'They breakfasted at the Tete-Noir，where Castaing had not yet been；they treated themselves to a game of ring-throwing under the quincunx of trees of the grand fountain；they ascended Diogenes'lantern，they gambled for macaroons at the roulette establishment of the Pont de Sevres，picked bouquets at Pateaux，bought reed-pipes at Neuilly，ate apple tarts everywhere，and were perfectly happy.
The young girls rustled and chatted like warblers escaped from their cage.
It was a perfect delirium.
From time to time they bestowed little taps on the young men.
Matutinal intoxication of life！adorable years！the wings of the dragonfly quiver.
Oh，whoever you may be，do you not remember？
Have you rambled through the brushwood，holding aside the branches，on account of the charming head which is coming on behind you？
Have you slid，laughing，down a slope all wet with rain，with a beloved woman holding your hand，and crying，'Ah，my new boots！what a state they are in！'
Let us say at once that that merry obstacle，a shower，was lacking in the case of this good-humored party，although Favourite had said as they set out，with a magisterial and maternal tone，'The slugs are crawling in the paths，——a sign of rain，children.'
All four were madly pretty.
