Part 114 (2/2)
The porter admitted all three of them through this door, and from that point they reached the inner, reserved parlor where Fauchelevent, on the preceding day, had received his orders from the prioress.
The prioress, rosary in hand, was waiting for them. A vocal mother, with her veil lowered, stood beside her.
A discreet candle lighted, one might almost say, made a show of lighting the parlor.
The prioress pa.s.sed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which examines like a downcast eye.
Then she questioned him:--
”You are the brother?”
”Yes, reverend Mother,” replied Fauchelevent.
”What is your name?”
Fauchelevent replied:--
”Ultime Fauchelevent.”
He really had had a brother named Ultime, who was dead.
”Where do you come from?”
Fauchelevent replied:--
”From Picquigny, near Amiens.”
”What is your age?”
Fauchelevent replied:--
”Fifty.”
”What is your profession?”
Fauchelevent replied:--
”Gardener.”
”Are you a good Christian?”
Fauchelevent replied:--
”Every one is in the family.”
”Is this your little girl?”
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