Then, just like that, the door opened, and there he was. He had changed very little, honestly; a few more lines around his eyes, a bit more grey in his hair. But still kindly, still smiling and handsome. Fantine swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled wanly. "Hello, mon cher ami." She took his hand in both of hers, smiling a little more broadly, trying to drum up more strength.
But then she looked behind Valjean, and felt her face go white. There was a beautiful young woman standing in the hall, with light hair and a face that reminded her of Felix. Fantine felt her eyes burn and all she could manage was, "Cosette?"