She very naturally thought herself Jean Valjean’s daughter….As the sisters were melancholy, and he was kind, the child compared him with them, and worshiped him. Every day, at the hour appointed, she would hurry to the little building. When she entered the old place, she filled it with Paradise. Jean Valjean basked in her presence and felt his own happiness increase by reason of the happiness he conferred on Cosette.
His whole heart melted in gratitude, and he loved more and more.