Javert remained silent for an instant as though collecting his ideas, then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity, which did not, however, preclude simplicity.
“This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed.”
“What act?”
“An inferior agent of the authorities has failed in respect, and in the gravest manner, towards a magistrate. I have come to bring the fact to your knowledge, as it is my duty to do.”
“Who is the agent?” asked M. Madeleine.
“I,” said Javert.
“You?”
“I.”
“And who is the magistrate who has reason to complain of the agent?”
“You, Mr. Mayor.”
M. Madeleine sat erect in his armchair. Javert went on, with a severe air and his eyes still cast down.
“ Mr. Mayor, I have come to request you to instigate the authorities to dismiss me.”
M. Madeleine opened his mouth in amazement. Javert interrupted him:—
“You will say that I might have handed in my resignation, but that does not suffice. Handing in one’s resignation is honorable. I have failed in my duty; I ought to be punished; I must be turned out.”