Like violent people in general，he was subject to abrupt changes of opinion.His physiognomy had never been more peculiar and startling.On entering he bowed to M.Madeleine with a look in which there was neither rancor，anger，nor distrust；he halted a few paces in the rear of the mayor's arm-chair，and there he stood，perfectly erect，in an attitude almost of discipline，with the cold，ingenuous roughness of a man who has never been gentle and who has always been patient；he waited without uttering a word，without ****** a movement，in genuine humility and tranquil resignation，calm，serious，hat in hand，with eyes cast down，and an expression which was half-way between that of a soldier in the presence of his officer and a criminal in the presence of his judge，until it should please the mayor to turn round.
All the sentiments as well as all the memories which one might have attributed to him had disappeared.
That face，as impenetrable and ****** as granite，no longer bore any trace of anything but a melancholy depression.
His whole person breathed lowliness and firmness and an indescribable courageous despondency.
At last the mayor laid down his pen and turned half round.
'Well！
What is it？
What is the matter，Javert？'
Javert remained silent for an instant as though collecting his ideas，then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity，which did not，however，preclude simplicity.
'This is the matter，Mr.Mayor；a culpable act has been committed.'
'What act？'
'An inferior agent of the authorities has failed in respect，and in the gravest manner，towards a magistrate.
I have come to bring the fact to your knowledge，as it is my duty to do.'
'Who is the agent？'asked M.Madeleine.
'I，'said Javert.
'You？'
'I.'
'And who is the magistrate who has reason to complain of the agent？'
'You，Mr.Mayor.'
M.Madeleine sat erect in his arm-chair.Javert went on，with a severe air and his eyes still cast down.
'Mr.Mayor，I have come to request you to instigate the authorities to dismiss me.'
M.Madeleine opened his mouth in amazement.
Javert interrupted him：——
'You will say that I might have handed in my resignation，but that does not suffice.
Handing in one's resignation is honorable.I have failed in my duty；I ought to be punished；I must be turned out.'
And after a pause he added：——
'Mr.Mayor，you were severe with me the other day，and unjustly.Be so to-day，with justice.'
'Come，now！
Why？'exclaimed M.Madeleine.
'What nonsense is this？What is the meaning of this？
What culpable act have you been guilty of towards me？
What have you done to me？
What are your wrongs with regard to me？
You accuse yourself；you wish to be superseded——'
'Turned out，'said Javert.
'Turned out；so it be，then.
That is well.
I do not understand.'
'You shall understand，Mr.Mayor.'
Javert sighed from the very bottom of his chest，and resumed，still coldly and sadly：——
'Mr.Mayor，six weeks ago，in consequence of the scene over that woman，I was furious，and I informed against you.'
'Informed against me！'
'At the Prefecture of Police in Paris.'
M.Madeleine，who was not in the habit of laughing much oftener than Javert himself，burst out laughing now：——
'As a mayor who had encroached on the province of the police？'
'As an ex-convict.'
The mayor turned livid.
Javert，who had not raised his eyes，went on：——
'I thought it was so.
I had had an idea for a long time；a resemblance；inquiries which you had caused to be made at Faverolles；the strength of your loins；the adventure with old Fauchelevant；your skill in marksmanship；your leg，which you drag a little；——I hardly know what all，——absurdities！
But，at all events，I took you for a certain Jean Valjean.'
'A certain——What did you say the name was？'
'Jean Valjean.
He was a convict whom I was in the habit of seeing twenty years ago，when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon.On leaving the galleys，this Jean Valjean，as it appears，robbed a bishop；then he committed another theft，accompanied with violence，on a public highway on the person of a little Savoyard.
He disappeared eight years ago，no one knows how，and he has been sought，I fancied.In short，I did this thing！
Wrath impelled me；I denounced you at the Prefecture！'
M.Madeleine，who had taken up the docket again several moments before this，resumed with an air of perfect indifference：——
'And what reply did you receive？'
'That I was mad.'
'Well？'
'Well，they were right.'
'It is lucky that you recognize the fact.'
'I am forced to do so，since the real Jean Valjean has been found.'
The sheet of paper which M.Madeleine was holding dropped from his hand；he raised his head，gazed fixedly at Javert，and said with his indescribable accent：——
'Ah！'
Javert continued：——
'This is the way it is，Mr.Mayor.
It seems that there was in the neighborhood near Ailly-le-Haut-Clocher an old fellow who was called Father Champmathieu.
He was a very wretched creature.No one paid any attention to him.
No one knows what such people subsist on.
Lately，last autumn，Father Champmathieu was arrested for the theft of some cider apples from——Well，no matter，a theft had been committed，a wall scaled，branches of trees broken.My Champmathieu was arrested.
He still had the branch of apple-tree in his hand.
The scamp is locked up.
Up to this point it was merely an affair of a misdemeanor.
But here is where Providence intervened.
'The jail being in a bad condition，the examining magistrate finds it convenient to transfer Champmathieu to Arras，where the departmental prison is situated.
In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named Brevet，who is detained for I know not what，and who has been appointed turnkey of the house，because of good behavior.Mr.Mayor，no sooner had Champmathieu arrived than Brevet exclaims：Eh！Why，I know that man！
He is a fagot！[4]Take a good look at me，my good man！
You are Jean Valjean！'
Jean Valjean！who's Jean Valjean？'Champmathieu feigns astonishment.
Don't play the innocent dodge，'says Brevet.
You are Jean Valjean！
