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Jean Valjean locked up these garments, plus the stockings
and the shoes, with a quantity of camphor and all the aro-
matics in which convents abound, in a little valise which he
found means of procuring. He set this valise on a chair near
his bed, and he always carried the key about his person. ‘Fa-
ther,’ Cosette asked him one day, ‘what is there in that box
which smells so good?’
Father Fauchelevent received other recompense for his
good action, in addition to the glory which we just men-
tioned, and of which he knew nothing; in the first place it
made him happy; next, he had much less work, since it was
shared. Lastly, as he was very fond of snuff, he found the
presence of M. Madeleine an advantage, in that he used
three times as much as he had done previously, and that in
an infinitely more luxurious manner, seeing that M. Mad-
eleine paid for it.
The nuns did not adopt the name of Ultime; they called
Jean Valjean the other Fauvent.
If these holy women had possessed anything of Javert’s
glance, they would eventually have noticed that when there
was any errand to be done outside in the behalf of the gar-
den, it was always the elder Fauchelevent, the old, the infirm,
the lame man, who went, and never the other; but whether
it is that eyes constantly fixed on God know not how to spy,
or whether they were, by preference, occupied in keeping
watch on each other, they paid no heed to this.
Moreover, it was well for Jean Valjean that he kept close
and did not stir out. Javert watched the quarter for more
than a month.