We shall have a little garden the very first thing；M.Madeleine has promised it to me.
My daughter will play in the garden.
She must know her letters by this time.I will make her spell.
She will run over the grass after butterflies.I will watch her.
Then she will take her first communion.
Ah！when will she take her first communion？'
She began to reckon on her fingers.
'One，two，three，four——she is seven years old.
In five years she will have a white veil，and openwork stockings；she will look like a little woman.
O my good sister，you do not know how foolish I become when I think of my daughter's first communion！'
She began to laugh.
He had released Fantine's hand.
He listened to her words as one listens to the sighing of the breeze，with his eyes on the ground，his mind absorbed in reflection which had no bottom.
All at once she ceased speaking，and this caused him to raise his head mechanically.Fantine had become terrible.
She no longer spoke，she no longer breathed；she had raised herself to a sitting posture，her thin shoulder emerged from her chemise；her face，which had been radiant but a moment before，was ghastly，and she seemed to have fixed her eyes，rendered large with terror，on something alarming at the other extremity of the room.
'Good God！'he exclaimed；'what ails you，Fantine？'
She made no reply；she did not remove her eyes from the object which she seemed to see.
She removed one hand from his arm，and with the other made him a sign to look behind him.
He turned，and beheld Javert.
BOOK EIGHTH.——A COUNTER-BLOW
Ⅲ JAVERT SATISFIED
This is what had taken place.
The half-hour after midnight had just struck when M.Madeleine quitted the Hall of Assizes in Arras.
He regained his inn just in time to set out again by the mail-wagon，in which he had engaged his place.A little before six o'clock in the morning he had arrived at M.sur M.，and his first care had been to post a letter to M.Laffitte，then to enter the infirmary and see Fantine.
However，he had hardly quitted the audience hall of the Court of Assizes，when the district-attorney，recovering from his first shock，had taken the word to deplore the mad deed of the honorable mayor of M.sur M.，to declare that his convictions had not been in the least modified by that curious incident，which would be explained thereafter，and to demand，in the meantime，the condemnation of that Champmathieu，who was evidently the real Jean Valjean.The district-attorney's persistence was visibly at variance with the sentiments of every one，of the public，of the court，and of the jury.
The counsel for the defence had some difficulty in refuting this harangue and in establishing that，in consequence of the revelations of M.Madeleine，that is to say，of the real Jean Valjean，the aspect of the matter had been thoroughly altered，and that the jury had before their eyes now only an innocent man.Thence the lawyer had drawn some epiphonemas，not very fresh，unfortunately，upon judicial errors，etc.，etc.；the President，in his summing up，had joined the counsel for the defence，and in a few minutes the jury had thrown Champmathieu out of the case.
Nevertheless，the district-attorney was bent on having a Jean Valjean；and as he had no longer Champmathieu，he took Madeleine.
Immediately after Champmathieu had been set at liberty，the district-attorney shut himself up with the President.They conferred'as to the necessity of seizing the person of M.le Maire of M.sur M.'This phrase，in which there was a great deal of of，is the district-attorney's，written with his own hand，on the minutes of his report to the attorney-general.His first emotion having passed off，the President did not offer many objections.Justice must，after all，take its course.
And then，when all was said，although the President was a kindly and a tolerably intelligent man，he was，at the same time，a devoted and almost an ardent royalist，and he had been shocked to hear the Mayor of M.sur M.say the Emperor，and not Bonaparte，when alluding to the landing at Cannes.
The order for his arrest was accordingly despatched.The district-attorney forwarded it to M.sur M.by a special messenger，at full speed，and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert.
The reader knows that Javert had returned to M.sur M.immediately after having given his deposition.
Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the order of arrest and the command to produce the prisoner.
The messenger himself was a very clever member of the police，who，in two words，informed Javert of what had taken place at Arras.The order of arrest，signed by the district-attorney，was couched in these words：
'Inspector Javert will apprehend the body of the Sieur Madeleine，mayor of M.sur M.，who，in this day's session of the court，was recognized as the liberated convict，Jean Valjean.'
Any one who did not know Javert，and who had chanced to see him at the moment when he penetrated the antechamber of the infirmary，could have divined nothing of what had taken place，and would have thought his air the most ordinary in the world.
He was cool，calm，grave，his gray hair was perfectly smooth upon his temples，and he had just mounted the stairs with his habitual deliberation.Any one who was thoroughly acquainted with him，and who had examined him attentively at the moment，would have shuddered.
The buckle of his leather stock was under his left ear instead of at the nape of his neck.
This betrayed unwonted agitation.
Javert was a complete character，who never had a wrinkle in his duty or in his uniform；methodical with malefactors，rigid with the buttons of his coat.
That he should have set the buckle of his stock awry，it was indispensable that there should have taken place in him one of those emotions which may be designated as internal earthquakes.
