Valjean likes Bahorel, and esteems him for this devotion to his parents. It would be the easiest thing in the world to point out, again, that he is not Cosette's father - no, he could not love her more if she were of his blood, and yes, he is the only father she has known. But there is no blood tie that society might think 'well, she is unfortunate to be saddled with such a relative, but it is not her fault,' if they would even be that charitable. He is a passer-by that wronged her mother, and vowed to do right. He had not expected to love her; had had no notion of what love was, but there it was. And now, it is only right that he should step away, and not endanger a love that is far more pure, entirely legitimate and from the heart, not borne from depedance and need.

Yes, he likes Bahorel, but he is very glad to see him bow too. It would take energy to articulate all this, and the young man is so sure of himself and his life. He must have done his parents proud, Valjean thinks. It would be a fine thing to have such a son.

He bows in return.

'I will think on what you have said, citizen.'

He will too. Mostly to refute it to himself, mostly to measure his own unhappiness against the impossibility of these suggestions, to ensure that thread in his heart will not break against them. It is a terrible thing, conscience. But he will not become a wretch again, not as he was before. Honesty compels him, and he will not fall foul of the Bishop's standards now.

'I wish you well also; you and all your friends.'

He has the idea he might not see them again, and would like at least one of them to know that he hopes they thrive after death.

And with that, he takes his leave.