Les Miserables Page #3

A rare commodity, sir.

Madame Magloire has a feeling

that the world is full of thieves...

all anxious to steal our silver.

I'm a thief.

I spent 1 0 years in the galleys

for stealing a loaf of bread.

They did you a great wrong.

Madame Magloire, after dinner...

will you please put covers

on the bed in the alcove?

I'm sure our guest is tired

and would like to stay the night.

A glass of wine, sir?

[ Valjean ]

You're a fool, cur.

I'm a released convict with the state's

few measly francs in my pocket.

Yet you give me food

and a bed in your house.

What prevents me from strangling you in your

sleep and making off with your treasures?

[ Laughing ]

It works both ways, my son.

What is to prevent me

from- from-

Oh, well,

I'd have to find another way.

Come.

Eh, but you wouldn't do it.

Why not?

Because at heart you are a good man,

as are all other men.

The good was beaten out of me

many years ago.

Unless I forget,

they gave me that-yellow.

Released convict.

Dangerous man.

It was only fear that

made them do it, Valjean.

These are unsettled times,

and fear is everywhere.

It leads to bitterness, hatred,

the setting of dogs on one another.

But do not forget

that in each of us lies the seed...

that can conquer all this.

Yes, even in the most evil of men,

my son, there is some good.

[ Chuckles ]

It is true.

And don't let your own fear of it

blind you to it.

No, look for it

and you will find it-

[ Chuckles ]

But I am preaching.

And you are tired.

There. It's a hard bed, but I trust

you will find some comfort in it.

I slept 1 0 years on a rowing bench.

There are free men

who nightly sleep on the damp earth.

Never try to exchange your troubles, my son.

You will not like those of others.

Good rest to you.

[ Humming ]

Really, Madame Magloire,

I'm sure he meant no rudeness.

Whether he meant it or not,

he was.

He ate your dinner,

he slept under your roof...

and then he sneaked off

without so much as a ''by your leave.''

Well, he may have been a man

who liked quiet in the morning.

- Huh?

- I said, he might have been

in a hurry to be on his way.

Not in such a hurry that he didn't take

the last piece of chicken!

- Oh, I think we can afford it.

- See?

That's a silver basket?

Yes, it is.

- Where's the silver?

- I haven't the faintest idea.

- [ Knock On Door ]

- Come in.

What's the trouble, Corporal?

I recognized them immediately

as yours, Your Eminence.

- He didn't get far with them.

- Everything gone but-

- It's him! H-He-

- Quiet, Madame Magloire.

Such stupidity, Mr. Valjean.

I told you these would bring

much more than the plates.

I fear you won't go far

if you are that forgetful.

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