III. Tomorrow to Calais, and Then A Ship Across the Sea…

As a habitually fearful man, he had ignored the presentiment that she would not be there. Best not to dwell upon the unimaginable. But the house is ominously dark as he clambers over the fence and drops down into rain damped, lushly flowering lilacs below. He stumbles to their usual spot and, finding it empty, searches the garden for Cosette, groping and blundering in the gloaming like a man trapped in some malign enchanted wood. It is only when he finds himself calling out her name without fear that her father will hear that Marius accepts that she is gone.

IV. Tomorrow to Calais, and Then A Ship Across the Sea… Part Two

As a habitually fearful man, he had ignored the presentiment that she would not be there. Best not to dwell upon the unimaginable. Cosette had complied throughout the journey, her sobs giving way to an oppressive silence as they boarded the ship.

Valjean began to consider the things he was no longer oppressed by – secrecy; fear; Javert – and the weight of the law that followed him; the adventurer visiting his daughter…

From the moment he pushed open his daughter's cabin door and saw the open window, he knew this optimism was premature, something a thorough search of the ship later confirmed.