The Miserable World

Chapter 15 Part One (14)
Moreover，Baptistine said，as we have just read，that her brother's end would prove her own.
Madame Magloire did not say this，but she knew it.
Ⅹ　THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT
At an epoch a little later than the date of the letter cited in the preceding pages，he did a thing which，if the whole town was to be believed，was even more hazardous than his trip across the mountains infested with bandits.
In the country near D——a man lived quite alone.
This man，we will state at once，was a former member of the Convention.His name was G——

Member of the Convention，G——was mentioned with a sort of horror in the little world of D——A member of the Convention——can you imagine such a thing？

That existed from the time when people called each other thou，and when they said'citizen.'
This man was almost a monster.
He had not voted for the death of the king，but almost.
He was a quasi-regicide.He had been a terrible man.How did it happen that such a man had not been brought before a provost's court，on the return of the legitimate princes？They need not have cut off his head，if you please；clemency must be exercised，agreed；but a good banishment for life.
An example，in short，etc.
Besides，he was an atheist，like all the rest of those people.
Gossip of the geese about the vulture.
Was G——a vulture after all？

Yes；if he were to be judged by the element of ferocity in this solitude of his.
As he had not voted for the death of the king，he had not been included in the decrees of exile，and had been able to remain in France.
He dwelt at a distance of three-quarters of an hour from the city，far from any hamlet，far from any road，in some hidden turn of a very wild valley，no one knew exactly where.
He had there，it was said，a sort of field，a hole，a lair.
There were no neighbors，not even passers-by.Since he had dwelt in that valley，the path which led thither had disappeared under a growth of grass.The locality was spoken of as though it had been the dwelling of a hangman.
Nevertheless，the Bishop meditated on the subject，and from time to time he gazed at the horizon at a point where a clump of trees marked the valley of the former member of the Convention，and he said，'There is a soul yonder which is lonely.'
And he added，deep in his own mind，'I owe him a visit.'
But，let us avow it，this idea，which seemed natural at the first blush，appeared to him after a moment's reflection，as strange，impossible，and almost repulsive.
For，at bottom，he shared the general impression，and the old member of the Convention inspired him，without his being clearly conscious of the fact himself，with that sentiment which borders on hate，and which is so well expressed by the word estrangement.
Still，should the scab of the sheep cause the shepherd to recoil？No.But what a sheep！

The good Bishop was perplexed.
Sometimes he set out in that direction；then he returned.
Finally，the rumor one day spread through the town that a sort of young shepherd，who served the member of the Convention in his hovel，had come in quest of a doctor；that the old wretch was dying，that paralysis was gaining on him，and that he would not live over night.——'Thank God！'some added.
The Bishop took his staff，put on his cloak，on account of his too threadbare cassock，as we have mentioned，and because of the evening breeze which was sure to rise soon，and set out.
The sun was setting，and had almost touched the horizon when the Bishop arrived at the excommunicated spot.
With a certain beating of the heart，he recognized the fact that he was near the lair.He strode over a ditch，leaped a hedge，made his way through a fence of dead boughs，entered a neglected paddock，took a few steps with a good deal of boldness，and suddenly，at the extremity of the waste land，and behind lofty brambles，he caught sight of the cavern.
It was a very low hut，poor，small，and clean，with a vine nailed against the outside.
Near the door，in an old wheel-chair，the arm-chair of the peasants，there was a white-haired man，smiling at the sun.
Near the seated man stood a young boy，the shepherd lad.He was offering the old man a jar of milk.
While the Bishop was watching him，the old man spoke：

'Thank you，'he said，'I need nothing.'
And his smile quitted the sun to rest upon the child.
The Bishop stepped forward.
At the sound which he made in walking，the old man turned his head，and his face expressed the sum total of the surprise which a man can still feel after a long life.
'This is the first time since I have been here，'said he，'that any one has entered here.
Who are you，sir？'
The Bishop answered：——

'My name is Bienvenu Myriel.'
'Bienvenu Myriel？

I have heard that name.
Are you the man whom the people call Monseigneur Welcome？'
'I am.'
The old man resumed with a half-smile
'In that case，you are my bishop？'
'Something of that sort.'
'Enter，sir.'
The member of the Convention extended his hand to the Bishop，but the Bishop did not take it.
The Bishop confined himself to the remark：——

'I am pleased to see that I have been misinformed.
You certainly do not seem to me to be ill.'
'Monsieur，'replied the old man，'I am going to recover.'
He paused，and then said：——

'I shall die three hours hence.'
Then he continued：——

'I am something of a doctor；I know in what fashion the last hour draws on.
Yesterday，only my feet were cold；to-day，the chill has ascended to my knees；now I feel it mounting to my waist；when it reaches the heart，I shall stop.
The sun is beautiful，is it not？

I had myself wheeled out here to take a last look at things.
You can talk to me；it does not fatigue me.
You have done well to come and look at a man who is on the point of death.It is well that there should be witnesses at that moment.
One has one's caprices；I should have liked to last until the dawn，but I know that I shall hardly live three hours.
It will be night then.What does it matter，after all？

Dying is a simple affair.One has no need of the light for that.
So be it.
I shall die by starlight.'
The old man turned to the shepherd lad：——

'Go to thy bed；thou wert awake all last night；thou art tired.'
(End of this chapter)