Contents · 367 sections
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER I—M. MYRIEL5 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER II—M. MYRIEL BECOMES M. WELCOME8 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER III—A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP4 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER IV—WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS14 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER V—MONSEIGNEUR BIENVENU MADE HIS CASSOCKS LAST TOO LONG5 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER VI—WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM10 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER VII—CRAVATTE6 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER VIII—PHILOSOPHY AFTER DRINKING7 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER IX—THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER7 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER X—THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT22 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER XI—A RESTRICTION8 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER XII—THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME6 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER XIII—WHAT HE BELIEVED8 min
- BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER XIV—WHAT HE THOUGHT5 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER I—THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING20 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER II—PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM.7 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER III—THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE.10 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER IV—DETAILS CONCERNING THE CHEESE-DAIRIES OF PONTARLIER.7 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER V—TRANQUILLITY3 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER VI—JEAN VALJEAN10 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER VII—THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR14 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER VIII—BILLOWS AND SHADOWS4 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER IX—NEW TROUBLES3 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER X—THE MAN AROUSED6 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER XI—WHAT HE DOES7 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER XII—THE BISHOP WORKS6 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE FALL — CHAPTER XIII—LITTLE GERVAIS16 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER I—THE YEAR 181711 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER II—A DOUBLE QUARTETTE8 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER III—FOUR AND FOUR7 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER IV—THOLOMYÈS IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY5 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER V—AT BOMBARDA’S5 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER VI—A CHAPTER IN WHICH THEY ADORE EACH OTHER3 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER VII—THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS10 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER VIII—THE DEATH OF A HORSE4 min
- BOOK THIRD—IN THE YEAR 1817 — CHAPTER IX—A MERRY END TO MIRTH5 min
- BOOK FOURTH—TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON’S POWER — CHAPTER I—ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER16 min
- BOOK FOURTH—TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON’S POWER — CHAPTER II—FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES4 min
- BOOK FOURTH—TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON’S POWER — CHAPTER III—THE LARK5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER I—THE HISTORY OF A PROGRESS IN BLACK GLASS TRINKETS3 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER II—MADELEINE7 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER III—SUMS DEPOSITED WITH LAFFITTE6 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER IV—M. MADELEINE IN MOURNING4 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER V—VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON10 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER VI—FATHER FAUCHELEVENT5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER VII—FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS2 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER VIII—MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER IX—MADAME VICTURNIEN’S SUCCESS5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER X—RESULT OF THE SUCCESS9 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER XI—CHRISTUS NOS LIBERAVIT2 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER XII—M. BAMATABOIS’S INACTIVITY5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE DESCENT — CHAPTER XIII—THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE MUNICIPAL POLICE18 min
- BOOK SIXTH—JAVERT — CHAPTER I—THE BEGINNING OF REPOSE6 min
- BOOK SIXTH—JAVERT — CHAPTER II—HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP15 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER I—SISTER SIMPLICE6 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER II—THE PERSPICACITY OF MASTER SCAUFFLAIRE8 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER III—A TEMPEST IN A SKULL36 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER IV—FORMS ASSUMED BY SUFFERING DURING SLEEP6 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER V—HINDRANCES19 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER VI—SISTER SIMPLICE PUT TO THE PROOF12 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER VII—THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR DEPARTURE8 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER VIII—AN ENTRANCE BY FAVOR6 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER IX—A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION13 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER X—THE SYSTEM OF DENIALS13 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR — CHAPTER XI—CHAMPMATHIEU MORE AND MORE ASTONISHED8 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—A COUNTER-BLOW — CHAPTER I—IN WHAT MIRROR M. MADELEINE CONTEMPLATES HIS HAIR5 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—A COUNTER-BLOW — CHAPTER II—FANTINE HAPPY7 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—A COUNTER-BLOW — CHAPTER III—JAVERT SATISFIED7 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—A COUNTER-BLOW — CHAPTER IV—AUTHORITY REASSERTS ITS RIGHTS7 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—A COUNTER-BLOW — CHAPTER V—A SUITABLE TOMB10 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER I—WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES3 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER II—HOUGOMONT13 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER III—THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 18155 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER IV—A4 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER V—THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES6 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER VI—FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON5 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER VII—NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR10 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER VIII—THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE5 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER IX—THE UNEXPECTED7 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER X—THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN9 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XI—A BAD GUIDE TO NAPOLEON; A GOOD GUIDE TO BÜLOW3 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XII—THE GUARD3 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XIII—THE CATASTROPHE5 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XIV—THE LAST SQUARE2 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XV—CAMBRONNE4 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XVI—QUOT LIBRAS IN DUCE?9 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XVII—IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD?3 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XVIII—A RECRUDESCENCE OF DIVINE RIGHT5 min
- BOOK FIRST—WATERLOO — CHAPTER XIX—THE BATTLE-FIELD AT NIGHT11 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE SHIP ORION — CHAPTER I—NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,4305 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE SHIP ORION — CHAPTER II—IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE DEVIL’S COMPOSITION, POSSIBLY9 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE SHIP ORION — CHAPTER III—THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY MANIPULATION TO BE THUS BROKEN WITH A BLOW FROM A HAMMER15 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER I—THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL7 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER II—TWO COMPLETE PORTRAITS10 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER III—MEN MUST HAVE WINE, AND HORSES MUST HAVE WATER4 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER IV—ENTRANCE ON THE SCENE OF A DOLL3 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER V—THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE10 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER VI—WHICH POSSIBLY PROVES BOULATRUELLE’S INTELLIGENCE9 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER VII—COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK4 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER VIII—THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE’S HOUSE A POOR MAN WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN29 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER IX— THÉNARDIER AND HIS MANŒUVRES13 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER X—HE WHO SEEKS TO BETTER HIMSELF MAY RENDER HIS SITUATION WORSE9 min
- BOOK THIRD—ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN — CHAPTER XI—NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY3 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE GORBEAU HOVEL — CHAPTER I—MASTER GORBEAU11 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE GORBEAU HOVEL — CHAPTER II—A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER3 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE GORBEAU HOVEL — CHAPTER III—TWO MISFORTUNES MAKE ONE PIECE OF GOOD FORTUNE7 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE GORBEAU HOVEL — CHAPTER IV—THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT4 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE GORBEAU HOVEL — CHAPTER V—A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT6 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER I—THE ZIGZAGS OF STRATEGY7 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER II—IT IS LUCKY THAT THE PONT D’AUSTERLITZ BEARS CARRIAGES3 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER III—TO WIT, THE PLAN OF PARIS IN 17276 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER IV—THE GROPINGS OF FLIGHT5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER V—WHICH WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE WITH GAS LANTERNS7 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER VI—THE BEGINNING OF AN ENIGMA5 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER VII—CONTINUATION OF THE ENIGMA4 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER VIII—THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS4 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER IX—THE MAN WITH THE BELL6 min
- BOOK FIFTH—FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK — CHAPTER X—WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT16 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER I—NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS7 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER II—THE OBEDIENCE OF MARTIN VERGA12 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER III—AUSTERITIES3 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER IV—GAYETIES6 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER V—DISTRACTIONS10 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER VI—THE LITTLE CONVENT5 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER VII—SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS4 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER VIII—POST CORDA LAPIDES3 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER IX—A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE4 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER X—ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION3 min
- BOOK SIXTH—LE PETIT-PICPUS — CHAPTER XI—END OF THE PETIT-PICPUS3 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER I—THE CONVENT AS AN ABSTRACT IDEA1 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER II—THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT5 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER III—ON WHAT CONDITIONS ONE CAN RESPECT THE PAST4 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER IV—THE CONVENT FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF PRINCIPLES3 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER V—PRAYER2 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER VI—THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF PRAYER4 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER VII—PRECAUTIONS TO BE OBSERVED IN BLAME2 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PARENTHESIS — CHAPTER VIII—FAITH, LAW4 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER I—WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT14 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER II—FAUCHELEVENT IN THE PRESENCE OF A DIFFICULTY4 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER III—MOTHER INNOCENTE15 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER IV—IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ AUSTIN CASTILLEJO10 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER V—IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL10 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER VI—BETWEEN FOUR PLANKS3 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER VII—IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE ORIGIN OF THE SAYING: DON’T LOSE THE CARD12 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER VIII—A SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATORY5 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM — CHAPTER IX—CLOISTERED13 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER I—PARVULUS2 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER II—SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS3 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER III—HE IS AGREEABLE2 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER IV—HE MAY BE OF USE2 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER V—HIS FRONTIERS4 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER VI—A BIT OF HISTORY4 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER VII—THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF INDIA4 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER VIII—IN WHICH THE READER WILL FIND A CHARMING SAYING OF THE LAST KING3 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER IX—THE OLD SOUL OF GAUL2 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER X—ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO5 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER XI—TO SCOFF, TO REIGN4 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER XII—THE FUTURE LATENT IN THE PEOPLE2 min
- BOOK FIRST—PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM — CHAPTER XIII—LITTLE GAVROCHE5 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER I—NINETY YEARS AND THIRTY-TWO TEETH4 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER II—LIKE MASTER, LIKE HOUSE2 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER III—LUC-ESPRIT2 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER IV—A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT2 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER V—BASQUE AND NICOLETTE3 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER VI—IN WHICH MAGNON AND HER TWO CHILDREN ARE SEEN4 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER VII—RULE: RECEIVE NO ONE EXCEPT IN THE EVENING1 min
- BOOK SECOND—THE GREAT BOURGEOIS — CHAPTER VIII—TWO DO NOT MAKE A PAIR4 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER I—AN ANCIENT SALON6 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER II—ONE OF THE RED SPECTRES OF THAT EPOCH12 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER III—REQUIESCANT14 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER IV—END OF THE BRIGAND6 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER V—THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN ORDER TO BECOME A REVOLUTIONIST3 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER VI—THE CONSEQUENCES OF HAVING MET A WARDEN12 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER VII—SOME PETTICOAT8 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON — CHAPTER VIII—MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE9 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C — CHAPTER I—A GROUP WHICH BARELY MISSED BECOMING HISTORIC24 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C — CHAPTER II—BLONDEAU’S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET6 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C — CHAPTER III—MARIUS’ ASTONISHMENTS4 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C — CHAPTER IV—THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFÉ MUSAIN13 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C — CHAPTER V—ENLARGEMENT OF HORIZON7 min
- BOOK FOURTH—THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C — CHAPTER VI—RES ANGUSTA4 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE — CHAPTER I—MARIUS INDIGENT4 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE — CHAPTER II—MARIUS POOR6 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE — CHAPTER III—MARIUS GROWN UP9 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE — CHAPTER IV—M. MABEUF8 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE — CHAPTER V—POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY4 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE — CHAPTER VI—THE SUBSTITUTE8 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER I—THE SOBRIQUET: MODE OF FORMATION OF FAMILY NAMES6 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER II—LUX FACTA EST4 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER III—EFFECT OF THE SPRING2 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER IV—BEGINNING OF A GREAT MALADY6 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER V—DIVERS CLAPS OF THUNDER FALL ON MA’AM BOUGON2 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER VI—TAKEN PRISONER5 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER VII—ADVENTURES OF THE LETTER U DELIVERED OVER TO CONJECTURES4 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER VIII—THE VETERANS THEMSELVES CAN BE HAPPY3 min
- BOOK SIXTH—THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS — CHAPTER IX—ECLIPSE4 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PATRON MINETTE — CHAPTER I—MINES AND MINERS4 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PATRON MINETTE — CHAPTER II—THE LOWEST DEPTHS3 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PATRON MINETTE — CHAPTER III—BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE5 min
- BOOK SEVENTH—PATRON MINETTE — CHAPTER IV—COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE5 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER I—MARIUS, WHILE SEEKING A GIRL IN A BONNET, ENCOUNTERS A MAN IN A CAP4 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER II—TREASURE TROVE3 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER III—QUADRIFRONS7 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER IV—A ROSE IN MISERY12 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER V—A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE5 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER VI—THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR8 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER VII—STRATEGY AND TACTICS6 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER VIII—THE RAY OF LIGHT IN THE HOVEL4 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER IX—JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING7 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER X—TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR6 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XI—OFFERS OF SERVICE FROM MISERY TO WRETCHEDNESS5 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XII—THE USE MADE OF M. LEBLANC’S FIVE-FRANC PIECE8 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XIII—SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE PATER NOSTER5 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XIV—IN WHICH A POLICE AGENT BESTOWS TWO FISTFULS ON A LAWYER6 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XV—JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES4 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XVI—IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE WORDS TO AN ENGLISH AIR WHICH WAS IN FASHION IN 18326 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XVII—THE USE MADE OF MARIUS’ FIVE-FRANC PIECE7 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XVIII—MARIUS’ TWO CHAIRS FORM A VIS-A-VIS3 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XIX—OCCUPYING ONE’S SELF WITH OBSCURE DEPTHS8 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XX—THE TRAP43 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XXI—ONE SHOULD ALWAYS BEGIN BY ARRESTING THE VICTIMS6 min
- BOOK EIGHTH—THE WICKED POOR MAN — CHAPTER XXII—THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO3 min
- VOLUME IV SAINT-DENIS — BOOK FIRST—A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY — CHAPTER I—WELL CUT10 min
- BOOK FIRST—A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY — CHAPTER II—BADLY SEWED6 min
- BOOK FIRST—A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY — CHAPTER III—LOUIS PHILIPPE13 min
- BOOK FIRST—A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY — CHAPTER IV—CRACKS BENEATH THE FOUNDATION12 min
- BOOK FIRST—A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY — CHAPTER V—FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES18 min
- BOOK FIRST—A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY — CHAPTER VI—ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS7 min
- BOOK SECOND—ÉPONINE — CHAPTER I—THE LARK’S MEADOW11 min
- BOOK SECOND—ÉPONINE — CHAPTER II—EMBRYONIC FORMATION OF CRIMES IN THE INCUBATION OF PRISONS8 min
- BOOK SECOND—ÉPONINE — CHAPTER III—APPARITION TO FATHER MABEUF7 min
- BOOK SECOND—ÉPONINE — CHAPTER IV—AN APPARITION TO MARIUS8 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER I—THE HOUSE WITH A SECRET9 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER II—JEAN VALJEAN AS A NATIONAL GUARD5 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER III—FOLIIS AC FRONDIBUS7 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER IV—CHANGE OF GATE9 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER V—THE ROSE PERCEIVES THAT IT IS AN ENGINE OF WAR8 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER VI—THE BATTLE BEGUN6 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER VII—TO ONE SADNESS OPPOSE A SADNESS AND A HALF10 min
- BOOK THIRD—THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET — CHAPTER VIII—THE CHAIN-GANG18 min
- BOOK FOURTH—SUCCOR FROM BELOW MAY TURN OUT TO BE SUCCOR FROM ON HIGH — CHAPTER I—A WOUND WITHOUT, HEALING WITHIN4 min
- BOOK FOURTH—SUCCOR FROM BELOW MAY TURN OUT TO BE SUCCOR FROM ON HIGH — CHAPTER II—MOTHER PLUTARQUE FINDS NO DIFFICULTY IN EXPLAINING A PHENOMENON14 min
- BOOK FIFTH—THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING — CHAPTER I—SOLITUDE AND THE BARRACKS COMBINED3 min
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Les Miserables · Victor Hugo
BOOK FIRST—A JUST MAN — CHAPTER X—THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT
Read online · About 22 minutesAt 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 armchair 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.”
The child entered the hut.
The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to himself:—
“I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors.”
The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He did not think he discerned God in this manner of dying; let us say the whole, for these petty contradictions of great hearts must be indicated like the rest: he, who on occasion, was so fond of laughing at “His Grace,” was rather shocked at not being addressed as Monseigneur, and he was almost tempted to retort “citizen.” He was assailed by a fancy for peevish familiarity, common enough to doctors and priests, but which was not habitual with him. This man, after all, this member of the Convention, this representative of the people, had been one of the powerful ones of the earth; for the first time in his life, probably, the Bishop felt in a mood to be severe.
Meanwhile, the member of the Convention had been surveying him with a modest cordiality, in which one could have distinguished, possibly, that humility which is so fitting when one is on the verge of returning to dust.
The Bishop, on his side, although he generally restrained his curiosity, which, in his opinion, bordered on a fault, could not refrain from examining the member of the Convention with an attention which, as it did not have its course in sympathy, would have served his conscience as a matter of reproach, in connection with any other man. A member of the Convention produced on him somewhat the effect of being outside the pale of the law, even of the law of charity. G——, calm, his body almost upright, his voice vibrating, was one of those octogenarians who form the subject of astonishment to the physiologist. The Revolution had many of these men, proportioned to the epoch. In this old man one was conscious of a man put to the proof. Though so near to his end, he preserved all the gestures of health. In his clear glance, in his firm tone, in the robust movement of his shoulders, there was something calculated to disconcert death. Azrael, the Mohammedan angel of the sepulchre, would have turned back, and thought that he had mistaken the door. G—— seemed to be dying because he willed it so. There was freedom in his agony. His legs alone were motionless. It was there that the shadows held him fast. His feet were cold and dead, but his head survived with all the power of life, and seemed full of light. G——, at this solemn moment, resembled the king in that tale of the Orient who was flesh above and marble below.
There was a stone there. The Bishop sat down. The exordium was abrupt.
“I congratulate you,” said he, in the tone which one uses for a reprimand. “You did not vote for the death of the king, after all.”
The old member of the Convention did not appear to notice the bitter meaning underlying the words “after all.” He replied. The smile had quite disappeared from his face.
“Do not congratulate me too much, sir. I did vote for the death of the tyrant.”
It was the tone of austerity answering the tone of severity.
“What do you mean to say?” resumed the Bishop.
“I mean to say that man has a tyrant,—ignorance. I voted for the death of that tyrant. That tyrant engendered royalty, which is authority falsely understood, while science is authority rightly understood. Man should be governed only by science.”
“And conscience,” added the Bishop.
“It is the same thing. Conscience is the quantity of innate science which we have within us.”
Monseigneur Bienvenu listened in some astonishment to this language, which was very new to him.
The member of the Convention resumed:—
“So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said ‘no.’ I did not think that I had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. I voted the end of the tyrant, that is to say, the end of prostitution for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. In voting for the Republic, I voted for that. I voted for fraternity, concord, the dawn. I have aided in the overthrow of prejudices and errors. The crumbling away of prejudices and errors causes light. We have caused the fall of the old world, and the old world, that vase of miseries, has become, through its upsetting upon the human race, an urn of joy.”
“Mixed joy,” said the Bishop.
“You may say troubled joy, and to-day, after that fatal return of the past, which is called 1814, joy which has disappeared! Alas! The work was incomplete, I admit: we demolished the ancient regime in deeds; we were not able to suppress it entirely in ideas. To destroy abuses is not sufficient; customs must be modified. The mill is there no longer; the wind is still there.”
“You have demolished. It may be of use to demolish, but I distrust a demolition complicated with wrath.”
“Right has its wrath, Bishop; and the wrath of right is an element of progress. In any case, and in spite of whatever may be said, the French Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent of Christ. Incomplete, it may be, but sublime. It set free all the unknown social quantities; it softened spirits, it calmed, appeased, enlightened; it caused the waves of civilization to flow over the earth. It was a good thing. The French Revolution is the consecration of humanity.”
The Bishop could not refrain from murmuring:—
“Yes? ’93!”
The member of the Convention straightened himself up in his chair with an almost lugubrious solemnity, and exclaimed, so far as a dying man is capable of exclamation:—
“Ah, there you go; ’93! I was expecting that word. A cloud had been forming for the space of fifteen hundred years; at the end of fifteen hundred years it burst. You are putting the thunderbolt on its trial.”
The Bishop felt, without, perhaps, confessing it, that something within him had suffered extinction. Nevertheless, he put a good face on the matter. He replied:—
“The judge speaks in the name of justice; the priest speaks in the name of pity, which is nothing but a more lofty justice. A thunderbolt should commit no error.” And he added, regarding the member of the Convention steadily the while, “Louis XVII.?”
The conventionary stretched forth his hand and grasped the Bishop’s arm.
“Louis XVII.! let us see. For whom do you mourn? is it for the innocent child? very good; in that case I mourn with you. Is it for the royal child? I demand time for reflection. To me, the brother of Cartouche, an innocent child who was hung up by the armpits in the Place de Grève, until death ensued, for the sole crime of having been the brother of Cartouche, is no less painful than the grandson of Louis XV., an innocent child, martyred in the tower of the Temple, for the sole crime of having been grandson of Louis XV.”
“Monsieur,” said the Bishop, “I like not this conjunction of names.”
“Cartouche? Louis XV.? To which of the two do you object?”
A momentary silence ensued. The Bishop almost regretted having come, and yet he felt vaguely and strangely shaken.
The conventionary resumed:—
“Ah, Monsieur Priest, you love not the crudities of the true. Christ loved them. He seized a rod and cleared out the Temple. His scourge, full of lightnings, was a harsh speaker of truths. When he cried, ‘Sinite parvulos,’ he made no distinction between the little children. It would not have embarrassed him to bring together the Dauphin of Barabbas and the Dauphin of Herod. Innocence, Monsieur, is its own crown. Innocence has no need to be a highness. It is as august in rags as in fleurs de lys.”
“That is true,” said the Bishop in a low voice.
“I persist,” continued the conventionary G—— “You have mentioned Louis XVII. to me. Let us come to an understanding. Shall we weep for all the innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? I agree to that. But in that case, as I have told you, we must go back further than ’93, and our tears must begin before Louis XVII. I will weep with you over the children of kings, provided that you will weep with me over the children of the people.”
“I weep for all,” said the Bishop.
“Equally!” exclaimed conventionary G——; “and if the balance must incline, let it be on the side of the people. They have been suffering longer.”
Another silence ensued. The conventionary was the first to break it. He raised himself on one elbow, took a bit of his cheek between his thumb and his forefinger, as one does mechanically when one interrogates and judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of the death agony. It was almost an explosion.
“Yes, sir, the people have been suffering a long while. And hold! that is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me about Louis XVII.? I know you not. Ever since I have been in these parts I have dwelt in this enclosure alone, never setting foot outside, and seeing no one but that child who helps me. Your name has reached me in a confused manner, it is true, and very badly pronounced, I must admit; but that signifies nothing: clever men have so many ways of imposing on that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of your carriage; you have left it yonder, behind the coppice at the fork of the roads, no doubt. I do not know you, I tell you. You have told me that you are the Bishop; but that affords me no information as to your moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are a bishop; that is to say, a prince of the church, one of those gilded men with heraldic bearings and revenues, who have vast prebends,—the bishopric of D—— fifteen thousand francs settled income, ten thousand in perquisites; total, twenty-five thousand francs,—who have kitchens, who have liveries, who make good cheer, who eat moor-hens on Friday, who strut about, a lackey before, a lackey behind, in a gala coach, and who have palaces, and who roll in their carriages in the name of Jesus Christ who went barefoot! You are a prelate,—revenues, palace, horses, servants, good table, all the sensualities of life; you have this like the rest, and like the rest, you enjoy it; it is well; but this says either too much or too little; this does not enlighten me upon the intrinsic and essential value of the man who comes with the probable intention of bringing wisdom to me. To whom do I speak? Who are you?”
The Bishop hung his head and replied, “Vermis sum—I am a worm.”
“A worm of the earth in a carriage?” growled the conventionary.
It was the conventionary’s turn to be arrogant, and the Bishop’s to be humble.
The Bishop resumed mildly:—
“So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces off behind the trees yonder, how my good table and the moor-hens which I eat on Friday, how my twenty-five thousand francs income, how my palace and my lackeys prove that clemency is not a duty, and that ’93 was not inexorable.”
The conventionary passed his hand across his brow, as though to sweep away a cloud.
“Before replying to you,” he said, “I beseech you to pardon me. I have just committed a wrong, sir. You are at my house, you are my guest, I owe you courtesy. You discuss my ideas, and it becomes me to confine myself to combating your arguments. Your riches and your pleasures are advantages which I hold over you in the debate; but good taste dictates that I shall not make use of them. I promise you to make no use of them in the future.”
“I thank you,” said the Bishop.
G—— resumed.
“Let us return to the explanation which you have asked of me. Where were we? What were you saying to me? That ’93 was inexorable?”
“Inexorable; yes,” said the Bishop. “What think you of Marat clapping his hands at the guillotine?”
“What think you of Bossuet chanting the Te Deum over the dragonnades?”
The retort was a harsh one, but it attained its mark with the directness of a point of steel. The Bishop quivered under it; no reply occurred to him; but he was offended by this mode of alluding to Bossuet. The best of minds will have their fetiches, and they sometimes feel vaguely wounded by the want of respect of logic.
The conventionary began to pant; the asthma of the agony which is mingled with the last breaths interrupted his voice; still, there was a perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:—
“Let me say a few words more in this and that direction; I am willing. Apart from the Revolution, which, taken as a whole, is an immense human affirmation, ’93 is, alas! a rejoinder. You think it inexorable, sir; but what of the whole monarchy, sir? Carrier is a bandit; but what name do you give to Montrevel? Fouquier-Tainville is a rascal; but what is your opinion as to Lamoignon-Bâville? Maillard is terrible; but Saulx-Tavannes, if you please? Duchêne senior is ferocious; but what epithet will you allow me for the elder Letellier? Jourdan-Coupe-Tetê is a monster; but not so great a one as M. the Marquis de Louvois. Sir, sir, I am sorry for Marie Antoinette, archduchess and queen; but I am also sorry for that poor Huguenot woman, who, in 1685, under Louis the Great, sir, while with a nursing infant, was bound, naked to the waist, to a stake, and the child kept at a distance; her breast swelled with milk and her heart with anguish; the little one, hungry and pale, beheld that breast and cried and agonized; the executioner said to the woman, a mother and a nurse, ‘Abjure!’ giving her her choice between the death of her infant and the death of her conscience. What say you to that torture of Tantalus as applied to a mother? Bear this well in mind sir: the French Revolution had its reasons for existence; its wrath will be absolved by the future; its result is the world made better. From its most terrible blows there comes forth a caress for the human race. I abridge, I stop, I have too much the advantage; moreover, I am dying.”
And ceasing to gaze at the Bishop, the conventionary concluded his thoughts in these tranquil words:—
“Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over, this fact is recognized,—that the human race has been treated harshly, but that it has progressed.”
The conventionary doubted not that he had successively conquered all the inmost intrenchments of the Bishop. One remained, however, and from this intrenchment, the last resource of Monseigneur Bienvenu’s resistance, came forth this reply, wherein appeared nearly all the harshness of the beginning:—
“Progress should believe in God. Good cannot have an impious servitor. He who is an atheist is but a bad leader for the human race.”
The former representative of the people made no reply. He was seized with a fit of trembling. He looked towards heaven, and in his glance a tear gathered slowly. When the eyelid was full, the tear trickled down his livid cheek, and he said, almost in a stammer, quite low, and to himself, while his eyes were plunged in the depths:—
“O thou! O ideal! Thou alone existest!”
The Bishop experienced an indescribable shock.
After a pause, the old man raised a finger heavenward and said:—
“The infinite is. He is there. If the infinite had no person, person would be without limit; it would not be infinite; in other words, it would not exist. There is, then, an I. That I of the infinite is God.”
The dying man had pronounced these last words in a loud voice, and with the shiver of ecstasy, as though he beheld some one. When he had spoken, his eyes closed. The effort had exhausted him. It was evident that he had just lived through in a moment the few hours which had been left to him. That which he had said brought him nearer to him who is in death. The supreme moment was approaching.
The Bishop understood this; time pressed; it was as a priest that he had come: from extreme coldness he had passed by degrees to extreme emotion; he gazed at those closed eyes, he took that wrinkled, aged and ice-cold hand in his, and bent over the dying man.
“This hour is the hour of God. Do you not think that it would be regrettable if we had met in vain?”
The conventionary opened his eyes again. A gravity mingled with gloom was imprinted on his countenance.
“Bishop,” said he, with a slowness which probably arose more from his dignity of soul than from the failing of his strength, “I have passed my life in meditation, study, and contemplation. I was sixty years of age when my country called me and commanded me to concern myself with its affairs. I obeyed. Abuses existed, I combated them; tyrannies existed, I destroyed them; rights and principles existed, I proclaimed and confessed them. Our territory was invaded, I defended it; France was menaced, I offered my breast. I was not rich; I am poor. I have been one of the masters of the state; the vaults of the treasury were encumbered with specie to such a degree that we were forced to shore up the walls, which were on the point of bursting beneath the weight of gold and silver; I dined in Dead Tree Street, at twenty-two sous. I have succored the oppressed, I have comforted the suffering. I tore the cloth from the altar, it is true; but it was to bind up the wounds of my country. I have always upheld the march forward of the human race, forward towards the light, and I have sometimes resisted progress without pity. I have, when the occasion offered, protected my own adversaries, men of your profession. And there is at Peteghem, in Flanders, at the very spot where the Merovingian kings had their summer palace, a convent of Urbanists, the Abbey of Sainte Claire en Beaulieu, which I saved in 1793. I have done my duty according to my powers, and all the good that I was able. After which, I was hunted down, pursued, persecuted, blackened, jeered at, scorned, cursed, proscribed. For many years past, I with my white hair have been conscious that many people think they have the right to despise me; to the poor ignorant masses I present the visage of one damned. And I accept this isolation of hatred, without hating any one myself. Now I am eighty-six years old; I am on the point of death. What is it that you have come to ask of me?”
“Your blessing,” said the Bishop.
And he knelt down.
When the Bishop raised his head again, the face of the conventionary had become august. He had just expired.
The Bishop returned home, deeply absorbed in thoughts which cannot be known to us. He passed the whole night in prayer. On the following morning some bold and curious persons attempted to speak to him about member of the Convention G——; he contented himself with pointing heavenward.
From that moment he redoubled his tenderness and brotherly feeling towards all children and sufferers.
Any allusion to “that old wretch of a G——” caused him to fall into a singular preoccupation. No one could say that the passage of that soul before his, and the reflection of that grand conscience upon his, did not count for something in his approach to perfection.
This “pastoral visit” naturally furnished an occasion for a murmur of comment in all the little local coteries.
“Was the bedside of such a dying man as that the proper place for a bishop? There was evidently no conversion to be expected. All those revolutionists are backsliders. Then why go there? What was there to be seen there? He must have been very curious indeed to see a soul carried off by the devil.”
One day a dowager of the impertinent variety who thinks herself spiritual, addressed this sally to him, “Monseigneur, people are inquiring when Your Greatness will receive the red cap!”—“Oh! oh! that’s a coarse color,” replied the Bishop. “It is lucky that those who despise it in a cap revere it in a hat.”