Bahorel and Cosette sat on the park bench, talking for what seemed like only a short time to them. Only when the sun started to go down did they realize that it was getting late. Bahorel stood up, glancing around. "Was that your father with you earlier? Where is he?"
Cosette stood up as well. "Oh, he's around here somewhere. He enjoys giving money to the poor, I'm sure that's what he's doing."
Bahorel smiled slightly. "Then that's where you get your kind heart from?"
Cosette glanced down and smiled, blushing. "You're too sweet, Monsieur"
Bahorel grinned as he held his arm out for her. "May I help you find your father, mademoiselle?"
Cosette put her delicate arm through his, smiling. "You may."