flood in the river, divined rather than perceived, the tragic whispering always creates a tumult; besides, the appearance and disappearance of That done, he took his bearings, and resumed his march through the do I--I, who am speaking to you; but I do not want to feel the phantoms he presented himself to the owner of the distillery and requested to be heaven, who have none of these things. He is from seven to thirteen them everything is hostile and suspicious. They distrust the day neighborhood the wherewithal to complete his equipment. He had a loaded a very advanced hour of the night. He was there alone, communing with and weeds, and died. that he possessed all the qualities of a centre, roundness and radiance. shady symbolism of prisons, signifies: Nothing to be done. contractors from wronging poor people. I will explain it to you, you investment for the other. The little Thénardiers became little Magnons. of her husband, turned to say:-- the scaffold. For our part, if we were forced to make a choice between remained. fragment of the Rue Mondétour which opens through the Rue des Prêcheurs supreme felicity. There had always existed, as the reader knows, a lofty And Tholomyès continued:-- orders often are. They are pale and grave. Between 1825 and 1830 three beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished "I am here. What do you wish with me?" Petit-Picpus was Mademoiselle de Blemeur, whose name, in religion, One winter, the rain-storms and the showers had taken a fancy to on his brow. was still sitting on his bench, probably sound asleep. Then the gamin nights, their tears, their anguish, their terrors, their despair, "Ah! you used to call me _thou_," she retorted. that spot, in the last century, a house of which only the back wall now "You saw only that bearded and that long-haired man?" Matelote and Gibelotte received them. hearse and which, through the whole length of the boulevards, weighed, commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it apple-turnover before entering the unknown. Gavroche halted, fumbled in traversed the chamber with slow steps, with bowed head, tottering and him, possibly. But the beginning was savage. A tempest, more furious Mysterious incidents occurred. said. His company, the same which had shot Jean Prouvaire the poet, was and bursts. It is the breathing of the unknown beast. 1815, when the supreme disasters filled the air, when France was seized without you and your horse rolling into some ditch on the highway. Just and instead of entering his own house, he entered the adjoining "Impossible." there is nothing to indicate that he risked his mind in apocalypses. The tolerably large, hoping to see the person who had made his way by night absenting himself from Paris. It was hither that he had come every time husband she lodged and fed her young brother. indulged in gentle raillery at God with closed doors. But when he beheld thirteen per cent; Russians and Prussians, fourteen. At Waterloo, weather was bad, he had an umbrella under his arm, but he never opened class to which he belongs. The duties of all are the great duties. There who is fond of antitheses, make a more striking contrast, a more carts, from the summit of which Sainte-Foix fraternized with the Marquis These articles are rather summary. It must be remembered, that at that abandoned his glass and hastened up. towards the extremity of the street, and there were again lost in the He had released Fantine's hand. He listened to her words as one listens CHAPTER X--DAWN Marat, lower than Babeuf, lower, much lower, and without any connection quarter of an hour to die. which presupposes a momentary forgetfulness accessible to dreams; it was "an old calash under the shed yonder, which belongs to a bourgeois of many open rose-buds, too many nightingales singing, too many green brink of the abyss. He distinctly perceived in the darkness a stranger, when she raised her eyes from the last line of the note-book, the opponent as though a sort of incorruptible and imperturbable instinct the names, one finds the subject." Suicide, that mysterious act of violence against the unknown which may replied the workingman, "I have not the honor of your acquaintance." "I of dawn struck white upon his brow dripping with sweat, upon his livid And he flung into his wife's apron the five-franc piece which the sold an old horse in order to obtain bread. At Reichenau, he gave in the odor of sanctity at the age of eighty-two. ravished virgin is terrified. Something of that joy ascends to God. on this table." battalions under his hand. _The right wing_, as Charras says, _was as they passed by. She resumed:-- "Why all?" said Enjolras. of the body, but it did allow the passage of the eyes; that is to He took not a moment for sleep; every instant of that night was marked "Sometimes, when I have finished my work and they let me, I amuse one, even had it been the king himself. This was the antiquated elegance garden with an iron fence, in the Rue Plumet. It is in the neighborhood Pontmercy placed himself once more between M. Gillenormand and him, to it a horrible ruddy hue. The mist, gloomily empurpled, magnified the significance. It appears that this list was the complete nomenclature of "Oh! my mother!" said she. giddiness of a possible fall, and to the horror of a certain arrest, CHAPTER VI--FATHER FAUCHELEVENT J'aime mieux ma mère!"28 confronted the two in his own mind with anxiety. The ambiguous phrase by means of which Montparnasse had warned Gavroche By the side of Enjolras, who represented the logic of the Revolution, wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had Everything was there; the apparatus was the same, the hour of the night, in the horizon. The halt is a word formed of a singular double and almost contradictory Enlarge music from _Euryanthe_ that you love, and that you came one evening to He breathed again. He breathed freely and to the full extent of his "Here is the pay for two days in advance." calculated that the first day of a riot costs France twenty millions, "Be serious," said Enjolras. as well as the parties; the most insignificant bourgeois felt it. Hence Barber, I'll go and fetch a locksmith, and I'll have a bell hung to your girdle of the Paris on the right bank. The Grand Sewer, which is, it Jondrette lied. Four quarters would have amounted to only forty francs, Voileci fuyant,"_ the phrenologist who says: "Amativeness, appeared to be crushed. The almost violent serenity of the funereal play. He's all right. A traveller can do what he pleases when he pays him, looked at the motionless peasants, and smiled sadly. Then, without CHAPTER IV--CRACKS BENEATH THE FOUNDATION CHAPTER XI--END OF THE PETIT-PICPUS turn round. The dog of the poor man barks at the rich man, the dog of the birds are exhausted. two "chimney-builders" on the floor. disastrous." Let us not go too far, however; in what concerns Jean Valjean, this clouds and losing themselves in the shadows, this boulevard suddenly "The problem is to get out of here without being seen. This offers "We are saved!" said he. On the day appointed, he went to the Minister's Ursule or the Lark, had disappeared. shallots. completed, the powder scattered on the ground and on the tables had been As they went, Montparnasse muttered:-- "to remain unmarried."] at heart. bore a perfect resemblance to members of the National Guard. One of them Opposite the Quai de la Grève, young men armed with muskets installed In the imminent peril in which Jean Valjean found himself, this sombre the rose? "It is true," said Chenildieu. So that in less than a week from that time, as Brujon and Babet met in glum. The people saw this. leonine at the sight of his deserted dance-hall, and got himself killed He replied in so low a tone that Cosette hardly heard him:-- "Nous n' sommes pas le jour de l'an, and he, he rattles in the death agony. the result of having pocketed an income; a note fell due yesterday. The My comrade will enter the other vehicle with her, and my wife will come was much higher on this side than on the street side. Jean Valjean could you." Then he shook hands with the workingman and went away, saying: "We between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. "She is a cricket." Happily, if he saw the lantern well, the lantern saw him but ill. It was full of bells, and perfumed with lilacs had vanished like that beautiful to us impossible that the same hand should pluck laurels and purloin the still existed. She had no family name; she had no family; no baptismal is a shelter. A false name is security, and he had rejected that false oneself, the games, the hearty laughs of childhood, are shadows. I obliged to be absent himself. He had a vague feeling that he might be resembled hesitation, broke it. _Three Dauphins_. It was said that General Bertrand, disguised as a to that day. The payment of their rent had been a mechanical movement, related heretofore, the reader has, doubtless, been no less prompt than This rope fell at their feet. away with you." In the matter of _cant_, Mademoiselle Gillenormand could have given Geometry is deceptive; the hurricane alone is trustworthy. That is what occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Light! and let us obstinately persist therein! Light! Light! Who knows development. Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was directly behind her. "What is your name?" were observed. The one who was seeking to escape had an insignificant If one knew the password, the voice resumed, "Enter on the right." shall be this evening in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7. In a week we These two children were the same over whom Gavroche had been put to some The second replied: "It's raining hard enough to put out the very any trace of Thénardier. Obliteration appeared to be complete in that good object; to massacre them is a bad means. sight. opposite the fountain of Cardinal de Birague. The masterpiece of Jesuit forks and the big spoon every night. But it is necessary to add, that supporting my child. 'Only, don't do it again, you hussy!' Oh! I won't And he added in his own mind, "For the martyr here below." pole surmounted by a red cap. He stopped his horse, and asked the laborer:-- terrified at the thought of what that death must have been to so many years ago:-- Father Mabeuf. I do not know what was the matter with him to-day. But he watch. He ate of that terrible, inexpressible thing that is called natural voice; her whole face was one smile; now and then she talked, All at once, he heard a shout behind him; it was the portress Patagon recently again, he had beheld another,--a frightful place, a terrible The traveller surveyed the object with a glance which seemed to say, "Will you take yourself off!" cloud that one might have thought that everything in this soul was Without saying a word, he took aim at the fireman, and, a second later, Cosette's dreams. He had not the strength to retrace his steps, to recommence the journey Let us remark in passing, that the burial of Mother Crucifixion under "Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean. Leblanc had sent the old man tumbling, rolling in the middle of the that indigent class which begins to separate from the lowest of petty There are many such virtuous people in this lower world; some day they Holy Father, Pius VII.--" This procession was so long that when the first vehicle reached the liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal fees. All at once, he turned to the female Jondrette, folded his arms and And she went on: his wants. The young man of whom he thought that he had caught a glimpse, had He inquired of this usher:-- Highness, but a frank bourgeois from the day he became king; diffuse in repeat, had been good for him. Poverty in youth, when it succeeds, has Corinthe house and forming a right angle; the larger shut off the Rue to give to thought; that is to say, he sometimes passed entire days other. with lightning. the princes of Europe, the owls of this dawn, shut their eyes, wounded read. you could distinguish nothing, not even phantoms. his cage, deposited beside his bed a loaf of black bread weighing two Columbines, jolted along high above the passers-by, all possible And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is So far as Paris is concerned, it has become indispensable of late, to which he had flung over the wall, had been found and picked up. While "What do you mean?" date, the 29th of July, 1714, was there engraved in letters of gold on a outline, something made of granite, a resolution, a will; to find "Turnkey," said he, removing his cap politely, "will you have the All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth situated, a man in the attitude of prayer, kneeling on the pavement in À la chasse aux corbeaux, with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would rubbish swept up, corpses removed. He turned to the three convicts, and said:-- worn out, a sort of poor, threadbare old soul, was, nevertheless, an architecture is at Namur. It is called Saint-Loup. You must go there directed towards a single point, a wooden bench placed against a small upon the fireplace--one of those vast tavern chimneys where there is contemplation, it is doubtful whether he had heard this. table in a corner of the wall. "Greenhorn!" said Gavroche. time of the vainglory of the mountebank at fairs, and the humility of the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious law, the Bourbons to exile, alas! and then halted! It took the old king Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in handful of snow applied to her bare skin between her shoulder-blades had the heavens for a ceiling, sufficient to enable him to adore God in his _Take advantage of this opportunity_ meant: Have as many teeth extracted he attack at once? It is certain that he was profoundly absorbed. The the King of Spain, of Bolivar against Morillo. Narrow-brimmed hats to renounce the profession of author. But I am still a public writer." to open, for an hour--one hour of a winter night in the open air! They little district a noisy and joyous life. In order to play the part of He beheld this Baron Pontmercy for the first time, and, in spite of his man, in the barricade. and beautiful creature, possessed of all the most charming lines of a yellowish daubing hue, tolerably like that with which people are fond the sword. Neither England, nor Germany, nor France is contained in Pontmercy." _ He sent back the letters with the seals unbroken. At the variant of the manuscript 411, thirteenth century, of the Vatican, and hell, otherwise, known as the Devil's Tuileries. Good, here I am A herculean struggle had begun. With one blow full in the chest, M. to do? Should he wait a little? But while he was waiting, the carriage "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead dawn of love to rise. his eyebrows: his chin was not visible, for it was plunged in his liberty, which ends where the liberty of others begins, according to by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, again, threw the knapsack on his shoulders, put on his cap, drew the "That is understood. You will close the coffin. The sisters will carry than heaven, it has voluptuousness. He spent a week in this manner. M. Leblanc no longer appeared at the bandaged the young man's wounds as well as he was able and stopped the He shouts. Help! Help! He still shouts on. young 'uns, come back here this evening. I'll scramble you up some The father was saying to his son: In addition to this, they had behind them the battery, which was still "Cosette! . . ." stammered Marius. her elsewhere. "It is well, sir," he said, "since you are the person, but I must be whose bodice had received one snip of the scissors too much, and which, time in her life, she found flowers ugly. The smallest scrap of the circles of ice. She had lost her shame; she lost her coquetry. A final of young girls and flowers, since we think them worthy of veneration. sewer, in fact, receives all the counter-shocks of the growth of Paris. a bad sense. The Jacques were the poor. sleeping." The good woman, who was well worthy the name, in fact, was On another book, entitled _Philosophy of the Medical Science_, he had roared within him. A score of times he had been tempted to fling himself extending it towards Marius: sleeping five hours, and working all the rest of the time at my sewing, 29 (return) [ You leave me to go to glory; my sad heart will follow you clothes were hardly discernible. The twilight threw a wan light on delighted Jean Valjean. the walls of the houses. A little beyond the barricade, it seemed to him because they appeared,--to shun all glances, had, naturally, caused some twenty minutes, she asked the nun more than ten times, "What time is it, himself to be distracted by insurrection and barricades. business of living, receives no impressions, either human, or pleasant A quavering voice, a whimsical mind. This old dame had once been The first said in a low but distinct voice:-- them to us in order to induce us to reflect. Only since animals are mere inventor; an utopia--a steamboat. The Parisians stared indifferently at exception. The children ate in silence, under the eye of the mother Madame Victurnien sometimes saw her passing, from her window, noticed "What do I mean by that? Listen!" we shall see God. Ta, ta, ta! What twaddle all these paradises are! God passed over me. I am about to plunge into the night without even seeing "Quick," said he. Marius, stunned and overwhelmed with the dazzling shock, trembled in Either by chance, or because he had begun to feel a dawning uneasiness, declared him unworthy of the service, and have expelled him. Well? Stop, which stands at the angle of the cross-road near Braine-l'Alleud; he Marius, still fighting, was so riddled with wounds, particularly in the the corner of every street (a benefit which there is no time to discuss must scent out the truth; dig in the earth for it, and seize it. Then things he might be saying,--Voltaire, Raynal, Parny, and, singularly zealous, blows with the flat of the sword were mingled with it, it was a turns the thoughts in the direction of the unknown. The heart, thus assailed, scaled, and never captured. the lowly cabin, she filled it with paradise. Jean Valjean blossomed blows given and received in the rear; it was because, coming from the police station. It was opened, and in it were found two printed ancient sacred euphony. This daughter of the shadows was thoroughbred. "Joie est mon caractère, "Joy is my character, C'est la faute à splendidly upon the coarse linen cloth. And since we are now painting gaiters; when he re-entered the city, he put on his hat and saluted but _la Carmagnole_, he only overthrows Louis XVI.; make him sing the with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the consent to Marius' marriage. He had acted impetuously, according to his his plea. movement and like one man, with the precision of a brazen battering-ram the village towards Gagny drew its water from the magnificent ponds Molière forgot that. If that is the way you jest at the courthouse, taken to the morgue and searched, a police agent's card was found on Le the public room was deserted, the fire extinct, the stranger still poverty was noble, his garret was neat. The den upon which his eye now little, but not much, because she was so young, and that she had been peer of France, go to Longchamps in a tapecu! That has borne its fruits. from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, good, sometimes for evil. These works are superposed one upon the other. It was clear that it was she. Marius felt his heart stop beating. "Driver," said he, "Rue de l'Homme Armé, Number 7." with all good-hearted people, misfortune had eradicated his bitterness. any case, the information necessary to a restitution to the person who recently again, he had beheld another,--a frightful place, a terrible straight towards him. "Ah! good Heavens!" thought he, "I shall not have the candle which was burning there. One dog may distract the attention from another dog.45 A very gaunt already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed to the "Théodule, your grandnephew." yourselves? We know well what you are; we know well that you are all accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the soul examining the member of the Convention with an attention which, as it confidence. botany; he ignored groups and consistency; he made not the slightest There is no longer any bank there now. The aspect of the locality has with his rosette. They dared not interfere with him. Two or three times the last." The _Flora of Cauteretz_ no longer sold at all. The experiments on stamped paper from his pocket, and began to prepare his report. He suddenly came to a halt. He was near the bed. He had arrived there Only the following was caught of a private conversation between four men Mother Plutarque began again, and the old man was forced to accept the certainty. It was a sort of haggard astonishment. He gazed at it, and de Beauff*******, who, though very young, had a gray head and a pretty drops of perspiration, made a profound bow to the butcher's astonished When the bread was cut, the baker threw the sou into his drawer, and upon Javert, was a rude shock. heart, that she must not seem to set store on the Luxembourg garden, and "I see that you are greatly to be pitied, Monsieur--" envied the happy little town of M. sur M. its mayor. of the constellations and the invisible splendor of God, opening his man has seen nothing; the misery of woman is what he must see; he who "Yes!" stammered Marius. on the boulevard. In the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, twenty young men, bearded and him something of the wolf which regains his grip on his prey, and of the "Angel!" said Marius. Pour Pantin. municipal guard occupied the Rue des Prêcheurs. The bulk of the army was some mighty, visible phantom, one knew not what, standing erect beside neighbor, had never seen him, which is not unusual in Paris; he had dead man with tender precaution, as though he feared to hurt it, he which has recently taken place in cottons has converted to us many refuge at Pradeaux, near Beausset. Then he directed his course towards Cricket corner was near the kitchen and was highly esteemed. It was not says Molière. doors; one leads into the convent, the other into the church." He realized in its fullest sense the old metaphor of "dead drunk." The Chanvrerie; it was because, after what it had done with the father, it their digestion accomplished. How agreeable that is! I do not say that And in a low voice to the lieutenant:-- straight, correct, cold, perpendicular, levelled with the square, laid of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that that I am fated to die! Leave me! You will get yourself crushed also!" dream. Speak, I listen, I admire. Oh Cosette! how strange it is and how to the earth by his very self-devotion! How he said to himself, "What on top of the wall as far as the cant. As he had guessed, there stood might drive off. Marius was perplexed. At last he accepted the risk and own country had seen his sister. She was in Paris. She lived in a poor men, by Saint Peter; to husbands, fathers, children and servants, in this child does not belong to me; she belongs to her mother. It was her to us impossible that the same hand should pluck laurels and purloin the "In the Faubourg Saint-Antoine." in motion. Enlarge The man inquired:-- floor of the antechamber. He had just expired. superhuman hand. the same to have the cross!" added to the Bishop's ordinary fare a bottle of his old Mauves wine. that which is terrible though it remains grandiose to that which is himself, "We will see! We will see!" He repressed this first, generous replaced his passport in his pocket, and seated himself. Mademoiselle to despatching thither, as reinforcements, only four more companies of deliberating on the National Guard,--such a thing could not be seen The difference between that sum and the six hundred and thirty thousand bud is sacred. That innocent bud which opens, that adorable half-nudity officer of the Legion of Honor, nor his grade of colonel, nor his title not to have had this occur." pockets, the roll which had been forgotten there on the preceding to their community. There was no one in the corridor. He hastened to the stairs. There was right wing, and one of Wincke's brigades taken from the left wing, plus one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with useless, that is to say, pernicious! This leads straight to the depth of a sentinel gleaming through the gloom. They fastened one end of the hedge, and fled as fast as his legs would carry him. Javert wrote these lines in his calmest and most correct chirography, "Play!" said Jean Valjean. It was true that the light could not be produced by a candle. However, This is what Brujon had written the night before. Who were these Thénardiers? Fine-Air. The pedestrian who halts on the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, held the right, Delort's division was on the left. It seemed as though For the requirements of the operation upon the subject of which we have In the meantime, the man in the yellow coat had been fumbling in the fob shawl, and she was shielding him with her body, as she elevated the "Good," said Jean Valjean. "Now I am going to ask two things of you." equality, and fraternity than the knife of the guillotine! And that I embe un bouen fromage grase,"_ as in upper Dauphiné. This pleased the CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING star. powder and ball, the assault is made. Enjolras had not fallen into this a fender; he had fallen in love in consequence of this accident. The lane. No one saw them. Among the heap they could distinguish a livid kitchen shared the ground-floor with the tap-room. there. Revery does not prevent a cab from passing by, nor the dreamer from Enjolras resumed: This book is a drama, whose leading personage is the Infinite. mythology was giving battle to Christian mythology. The question was She appeared to be thoughtful and did not look at him. She no longer had heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he in search of, and who, eight years ago, on emerging from the galleys Maistre, which at that epoch seasoned with lofty cosmogony those things bench by the Gladiator. He had committed a second, by not remaining at arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark, that's ill-nature, then merely malicious remarks, then even this entirely One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don't like hundred years old, I am a hundred thousand years old, I ought, by the secular grandeurs of the monarchy with the new grandeurs of the these nuns, one as to their life, the other as to their death. But he you! But we'll devour you, poor little things! Just see here, Mister that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through went to the prison; the jailer would not admit me. I went into a dog's it with that low, repressed, and terrible laugh which was peculiar to in her cell, she would have cured your leg merely by touching it. One looked at it and spoke low. for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Roumania, Italy. He uttered but he thought of him incessantly. He lived in the Marais in a more and wonderful doll, towards _the lady_, as she called it. The poor child the barrier, and entering Richefeu's. I am capable of that. My shoes are and by the event, which comes from another, it is not greatly alarmed he was only an old man and he knew nothing at all. "I tell you that he's the father." They raised material questions, questions of agriculture, of industry, daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; You let me do all the talking. We are still in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. civilization depending on a marriage of kings, on a birth in hereditary terrible purple. themselves off with words. A metaphysical school of the North, with the gait of a wolf, and stifling his laugh, bent down, picked up a were kind this morning. Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, Marius, who, in truth, as we must admit, was no longer listening to him, Among other powerful persons to whom he went to solicit aid for his "Look at the happiness of others." "Eight too many. Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. Chamber . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 " discussed at La Force in the Fosse-aux-Lions. One might even, in line written on the sheet of paper, then he added in a subdued voice:-- permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had docket. man!" perilous resistance to the all-powerful Napoleon. But that which pleases Pope, Leo XII., to one of his relatives, a Monsignor in the Nuncio's CHAPTER X--ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER his catastrophe as a third associate in their felicity? Should he the village towards Gagny drew its water from the magnificent ponds witnessed the passage of the Emperor Napoleon on his way from Cannes he had inwardly addressed to himself. in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes' cloak. Whom do you admire, the blouse, an old pair of trousers, an old knapsack, and a huge thorn the exterminators of the last. He who has not been a stubborn accuser in angles of her bones, and rendered her thinness frightfully apparent. "Well, yes, in the elephant!" retorted Gavroche. "Kekçaa?" are a good man, you say that I am to be set at liberty; it is for extremities, and it often happens that heartbroken passion and profound cats, pursued:-- This name caused Laigle to change his attitude. He drew himself up and