Javert deposited Jean Valjean in the city prison. The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sensation, or rather, an extraordinary commotion in M. sur M. We are sorry that we cannot conceal the fact, that at the single word, 'He was a convict,' nearly every one deserted him.
In less than two hours all the good that he had done had been forgotten, and he was nothing but a 'convict from the galleys. ' It is just to add that the details of what had taken place at Arras were not yet known.
All day long conversations like the following were to be heard in all quarters of the town:— 'You don’t know? He was a liberated convict! ' 'Who? ' 'The mayor. ' 'Bah! M. Madeleine? ' 'Yes. ' 'Really? ' 'His name was not Madeleine at all; he had a frightful name, Béjean, Bojean, Boujean.
' 'Ah! Good God! ' 'He has been arrested. ' 'Arrested! ' 'In prison, in the city prison, while waiting to be transferred. ' 'Until he is transferred! ' 'He is to be transferred! ' 'Where is he to be taken? ' 'He will be tried at the Assizes for a highway robbery which he committed long ago.
' 'Well! I suspected as much. That man was too good, too perfect, too affected. He refused the cross; he bestowed sous on all the little scamps he came across. I always thought there was some evil history back of all that.
' The 'drawing-rooms' particularly abounded in remarks of this nature. One old lady, a subscriber to the Drapeau Blanc, made the following remark, the depth of which it is impossible to fathom:— 'I am not sorry. It will be a lesson to the Bonapartists!
' It was thus that the phantom which had been called M. Madeleine vanished from M. sur M. Only three or four persons in all the town