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?”
Fauchelevent replied:—
“Fifty.”
“What is your profession?”
Fauchelevent replied:—
“Gardener.”
“Are you a good Christian?”
Fauchelevent replied:—