"
"Bah! I'm hungry. I have been on foot since sunrise and I wish to eat."
"Well, I have nothing."
"Nothing--and all that?"
"All that is engaged by messieurs and wagoners,--twelve of them."
"There's enough food there for twenty."
"I tell you, it is all engaged and paid for in advance."
"Well, I'm at a public inn and hungry. I shall remain."
"Stop! Do you want me to tell you who you are--you are Jean
Valjean--Go!"
The man dropped his head, picked up his knapsack and took his
departure.... That evening the Bishop of the little town of Digne was
sitting with his sister and housekeeper, talking over his day's work
among his parishioners, when there came a violent knock at the door.
"Come in--"
The door opened; a man entered and without waiting for the Bishop to
speak, he cried out--"See here--My name is Jean Valjean. I have been
nineteen years in the galleys. Four days ago I was released and am now
on my way to Pontarlier. This evening when I came into these parts, I
went to an inn and they turned me out.
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