Chapter 147 Eight questions answered successfully

An hour later, in the dark, two men and a child came to the gate of 62 Birkbus Street.The older man knocked a few times with the door hammer. That was Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, and Cosette. The two old men had already been to the Rue Green Lane, and brought her to the house of the fruit shop owner whom Fauchelevent had entrusted to Cosette the day before.Cosette passed those twenty-four hours, understanding nothing but trembling in silence.She was shaking so much that she didn't even cry.She didn't eat or sleep.The proprietress really lived up to her reputation. I asked her a hundred or so questions, and all she got was a pair of dull eyes, which remained the same.Cosette revealed nothing of what she had seen and heard during the past two days.She understood that they were going through a difficult time.She deeply felt that she "should be obedient".Who hasn't felt the power of a certain tone when someone says "Nothing!" into the ear of a frightened toddler?Horror is dumb.Besides, no one can keep a secret like a child.

However, when she met Jean Valjean again after those miserable twenty-four hours, she uttered such a cry of joy, and the thinking person will deeply feel the hope of getting out of the plight expressed in that cry. surprise. Fauchelevent was from the convent, and he knew all the spoken codes there.All the doors are open. And so the palpitating double-difficulty of going out and coming in is solved. The concierge had already given instructions, and he opened the convenient door leading from the courtyard to the garden. The door was opened on the wall behind the courtyard, facing the big car door. See you on the street.The porter led the three of them together through that door, and from there they came to the special reception room in the courtyard, which was the room where Fauchelevent had received the order of the abbot the day before.

The Abbot, rosary in hand, was waiting for them.A councilor nun put down her mask and stood beside her.A pale thin white candle was shining, almost as if it were the reception room. The abbot examined Jean Valjean.Nothing can be seen more clearly than downcast eyes. Then she asked: "Are you that brother?" "Yes, noble mother," replied Fauchelevent. "What is your name?" Fauchelevent replied: "Uldim Fauchelevent." He did have a dead brother named Uldim. "Where are you from?" Fauchelevent replied: "Original from Bikini, near Amiens."

"How old are you?" Fauchelevent replied: "Fifty." "What industry are you in?" Fauchelevent replied: "Garden workers." "Are you a good Christian?" Fauchelevent replied: "The whole family." "Is this little girl yours?" Fauchelevent replied: "Yes, noble mother." "Are you her father?" Fauchelevent replied: "Her grandfather." The Sister Councilor whispered to the Abbot: "He answered not badly." Jean Valjean said not a word at all. The abbot looked carefully at Cosette, and said in a low voice to the councilor:

"She'll be ugly." The two nuns conferred in the corner of the ante-room for a few minutes, in very low voices, then the Abbess returned and said: "Grandfather, prepare another pair of knee belts with bells. Now we need two pairs." The next day, indeed, everyone heard the sound of two bells in the garden, and the nuns couldn't help but lift up a corner of their masks to have a look.They saw two men digging together, Fauchelevent and another, under a tree at the bottom of the garden.That's a big deal.People who never speak can't help telling each other: "That's an assistant gardener."

The councilors added: "That's the brother of Lord Carrier." Jean Valjean was settled, he had the leather straps around his knees and the bell, and he was a man of official office.His name was Uldim Fauchelevent. The biggest deciding factor for them to be admitted to the hospital was the dean's comment on Cosette: "She will be ugly." After the dean made such a prediction, he immediately took a liking to Cosette and let her take a free student place in the boarding school. There is nothing illogical in doing so.Mirrors are not allowed in the monastery. It is a waste of effort. Women know their own appearance. Therefore, a girl who knows she is beautiful is not easy to be persuaded to become a monk; Therefore, people's hopes are mostly pinned on the side of the ugly woman, not on the side of the beautiful woman.This created a strong interest in ugly children.

This accident greatly enhanced the good old Fauchelevent, who was victorious on three fronts, on the part of Jean Valjean, who rescued and defended him; He was grateful, and thought that Fauchelevent had saved him from the fine; as for the monastery, because he was willing to work hard to leave the coffin of the suffering mother under the altar, the monastery was able to satisfy God without Caesar.There was a coffin with a corpse at Petit Piccubus, and a coffin without a corpse at the Vaugirard cemetery, and the social order was greatly disturbed, but it was not noticed.The convent's gratitude to Fauchelevent was indeed great.Fauchelevent became the best servant and the most valuable gardener.When the archbishop visited the convent shortly afterwards, the abbot told him what had happened, apologizing for herself and boasting of herself at the same time.The archbishop, on his way out of the convent, secretly told this story to M. de Lardy, the confessor of his younger brother, the future archbishop and cardinal of Reims, with admiration.The good opinion of Fauchelevent did travel quite far, for it reached Rome.We have before us a letter written by Leon VII, then pope, to his people, who, like him, was the minister of the Holy See's embassy in Paris. De La Jeanga, there are these lines in the letter: "It is said that in a convent in Paris, there was a very good gardener, a saint, named Fouwen." This honor did not reach Fauchelevent's poor house at all. He continued to graft branches, weed weeds, and build melon fields, completely ignorant of what was so outstanding and extraordinary about himself. The Illustrated London News published photographs of the Durham and Surrey bulls, and marked "the cow that won the horned animal exhibition award", but the cow did not know the glory it had won, and Fauchelevent was proud of himself. It is not necessarily more understanding than those cows.