Javert walked a few steps, and then turned back, and cried, “You worry me.  I would rather you killed me!”

“Go!” was the only answer from Jean Valjean.

Javert moved slowly away; and when he had disappeared Jean Valjean discharged his pistol in the air.

Soon the last stand of the insurgents was at an end, and the barricade destroyed.  Jean Valjean, who had taken no part in the struggle, beyond exposing himself to the bullets of the soldiers, was unhurt; but Marius lay wounded and insensible in his arms.

The soldiers were shooting down all who tried to escape.  The situation was terrible.

There was only one chance for life—­underground.  An iron grating, which led to the sewers, was at his feet.  Jean Valjean tore it open, and disappeared with Marius on his shoulders.

He emerged, after a horrible passage through a grating by the bank of the river, only to find there the implacable Javert!

Jean Valjean was quite calm.

“Inspector Javert,” he said, “help me to carry this man home; then do with me what you please.”

A cab was waiting for the inspector.  He ordered the man to drive to the address Jean Valjean gave him.  Marius, still unconscious, was taken to his grandfather’s house.

“Inspector Javert,” said Jean Valjean, “grant me one thing more.  Let me go home for a minute; then you may take me where you will.”

Javert told the driver to go to Rue de l’Homme-Arme, No. 7.

When they reached the house, Javert said, “Go up; I will wait here for you!”

But before Jean Valjean reached his rooms Javert had gone, and the street was empty.

Javert had not been at ease since his life had been spared.  He was now in horrible uncertainty.  To owe his life to an ex-convict, to accept this debt, and then to repay him by sending him back to the galleys was impossible.  To let a malefactor go free while he, Inspector Javert, took his pay from the government, was equally impossible.  It seemed there was something higher and above his code of duty, something he had not come into collision with before.  The uncertainty of the right thing to be done destroyed Javert, to whom life had hitherto been perfectly plain.  He could not live recognising Jean Valjean as his saviour, and he could not bring himself to arrest Jean Valjean.

Inspector Javert made his last report at the police-station, and then, unable to face the new conditions of life, walked slowly to the river and plunged into the Seine, where the water rolls round and round in an endless whirlpool.

Marius recovered, and married Cosette; and Jean Valjean lived alone.  He had told Marius who he was—­Jean Valjean, an escaped convict; and Marius and Cosette gradually saw less and less of the old man.

But before Jean Valjean died Marius learnt the whole truth of the heroic life of the old man who had rescued him from the lost barricade.  For the first time he realised that Jean Valjean had come to the barricade only to save him, knowing him to be in love with Cosette.