The Miserable World

Chapter 32 Part One (31)
My brother imparted all these details with that easy gayety of his with which you are acquainted，interspersing his words with graceful attentions to me.
He recurred frequently to that comfortable trade of grurin，as though he wished the man to understand，without advising him directly and harshly，that this would afford him a refuge.
One thing struck me.This man was what I have told you.
Well，neither during supper，nor during the entire evening，did my brother utter a single word，with the exception of a few words about Jesus when he entered，which could remind the man of what he was，nor of what my brother was.To all appearances，it was an occasion for preaching him a little sermon，and of impressing the Bishop on the convict，so that a mark of the passage might remain behind.
This might have appeared to any one else who had this，unfortunate man in his hands to afford a chance to nourish his soul as well as his body，and to bestow upon him some reproach，seasoned with moralizing and advice，or a little commiseration，with an exhortation to conduct himself better in the future.My brother did not even ask him from what country he came，nor what was his history.
For in his history there is a fault，and my brother seemed to avoid everything which could remind him of it.
To such a point did he carry it，that at one time，when my brother was speaking of the mountaineers of Pontarlier，who exercise a gentle labor near heaven，and who，he added，are happy because they are innocent，he stopped short，fearing lest in this remark there might have escaped him something which might wound the man.By dint of reflection，I think I have comprehended what was passing in my brother's heart.
He was thinking，no doubt，that this man，whose name is Jean Valjean，had his misfortune only too vividly present in his mind；that the best thing was to divert him from it，and to make him believe，if only momentarily，that he was a person like any other，by treating him just in his ordinary way.
Is not this indeed，to understand charity well？

Is there not，dear Madame，something truly evangelical in this delicacy which abstains from sermon，from moralizing，from allusions？and is not the truest pity，when a man has a sore point，not to touch it at all？

It has seemed to me that this might have been my brother's private thought.In any case，what I can say is that，if he entertained all these ideas，he gave no sign of them；from beginning to end，even to me he was the same as he is every evening，and he supped with this Jean Valjean with the same air and in the same manner in which he would have supped with M.Gedeon le Provost，or with the curate of the parish.
'Towards the end，when he had reached the figs，there came a knock at the door.
It was Mother Gerbaud，with her little one in her arms.My brother kissed the child on the brow，and borrowed fifteen sous which I had about me to give to Mother Gerbaud.
The man was not paying much heed to anything then.
He was no longer talking，and he seemed very much fatigued.
After poor old Gerbaud had taken her departure，my brother said grace；then he turned to the man and said to him，You must be in great need of your bed.'
Madame Magloire cleared the table very promptly.
I understood that we must retire，in order to allow this traveller to go to sleep，and we both went up stairs.
Nevertheless，I sent Madame Magloire down a moment later，to carry to the man's bed a goat skin from the Black Forest，which was in my room.
The nights are frigid，and that keeps one warm.It is a pity that this skin is old；all the hair is falling out.My brother bought it while he was in Germany，at Tottlingen，near the sources of the Danube，as well as the little ivory-handled knife which I use at table.
'Madame Magloire returned immediately.
We said our prayers in the drawing-room，where we hang up the linen，and then we each retired to our own chambers，without saying a word to each other.'
Ⅴ　TRANQUILLITY
After bidding his sister good night，Monseigneur Bienvenu took one of the two silver candlesticks from the table，handed the other to his guest，and said to him，——

'Monsieur，I will conduct you to your room.'
The man followed him.
As might have been observed from what has been said above，the house was so arranged that in order to pass into the oratory where the alcove was situated，or to get out of it，it was necessary to traverse the Bishop's bedroom.
At the moment when he was crossing this apartment，Madame Magloire was putting away the silverware in the cupboard near the head of the bed.This was her last care every evening before she went to bed.
The Bishop installed his guest in the alcove.
A fresh white bed had been prepared there.
The man set the candle down on a small table.
'Well，'said the Bishop，'may you pass a good night.
To-morrow morning，before you set out，you shall drink a cup of warm milk from our cows.'
'Thanks，Monsieur l'Abbe，'said the man.
Hardly had he pronounced these words full of peace，when all of a sudden，and without transition，he made a strange movement，which would have frozen the two sainted women with horror，had they witnessed it.
Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at that moment.
Did he intend to convey a warning or to throw out a menace？

Was he simply obeying a sort of instinctive impulse which was obscure even to himself？He turned abruptly to the old man，folded his arms，and bending upon his host a savage gaze，he exclaimed in a hoarse voice：——

'Ah！really！

You lodge me in your house，close to yourself like this？'
He broke off，and added with a laugh in which there lurked something monstrous：——

'Have you really reflected well？

How do you know that I have not been an assassin？

The Bishop replied：——

'That is the concern of the good God.'
Then gravely，and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking to himself，he raised two fingers of his right hand and bestowed his benediction on the man，who did not bow，and without turning his head or looking behind him，he returned to his bedroom.
(End of this chapter)