Thenardier: Yes Monsieur, well monsieur,
You have come to take away Cosette,
That her mother confided in us,
And may God rest her soul, the poor thing!
Who can say, who can prove,
That your intentions are honest and good?
I believe you, but the money,
Is worth little compared to Cosette,
She was pampered,
She was raised like our child,
Like our child, Monsieur!
Valjean: You clearly took a lot of trouble,
But the salary I pay is worth it,
Here is fifty more francs for your payment,
This time, tell me, is it enough?
Mme. Thenardier: That would quite been enough,
If we had not spoiled her so much.
Her medicine is expensive,
We had to spare her the belt.
But Monsieur, we loved her.
And one cannot change their nature.
The Thenardiers: Yes Monsieur, well monsieur,
You have come to take away Cosette.
Ah, Monsieur! True, Monsieur!
She will miss us as much as will we.
Valjean: I add here, thirty sous,
That makes fifteen hundred francs altogether
Be redeemed, come Cosette,
Your doll is pressed to leave.
And you two, count it well,
May God give you time to think.