The prioress passed 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?”