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It was a very low hut； poor； small； and clean； with a vine nailed against the outside。
Near the door； in an old wheel…chair； the arm…chair of the peasants； there was a white…haired man； smiling at the sun。
Near the seated man stood a young boy； the shepherd lad。 He was offering the old man a jar of milk。
While the Bishop was watching him； the old man spoke：
〃Thank you；〃 he said； 〃I need nothing。〃
And his smile quitted the sun to rest upon the child。
The Bishop stepped forward。
At the sound which he made in walking； the old man turned his head； and his face expressed the sum total of the surprise which a man can still feel after a long life。
〃This is the first time since I have been here；〃 said he； 〃that any one has entered here。
Who are you； sir？〃
The Bishop answered：
〃My name is Bienvenu Myriel。〃
〃Bienvenu Myriel？
I have heard that name。
Are you the man whom the people call Monseigneur Wele？〃
〃I am。〃
The old man resumed with a half…smile
〃In that case； you are my bishop？〃
〃Something of that sort。〃
〃Enter； sir。〃
The member of the Convention extended his hand to the Bishop； but the Bishop did not take it。
The Bishop confined himself to the remark：
〃I am pleased to see that I have been misinformed。
You certainly do not seem to me to be ill。〃
〃Monsieur；〃 replied the old man； 〃I am going to recover。〃
He paused； and then said：
〃I shall die three hours hence。〃
Then he continued：
〃I am something of a doctor； I know in what fashion the last hour draws on。
Yesterday； only my feet were cold； to…day； the chill has ascended to my knees； now I feel it mounting to my waist； when it reaches the heart； I shall stop。
The sun is beautiful； is it not？
I had myself wheeled out here to take a last look at things。
You can talk to me； it does not fatigue me。
You have done well to e and look at a man who is on the point of death。 It is well that there should be witnesses at that moment。
One has one's caprices； I should have liked to last until the dawn； but I know that I shall hardly live three hours。
It will be night then。 What does it matter； after all？
Dying is a simple affair。 One has no need of the light for that。
So be it。
I shall die by starlight。〃
The old man turned to the shepherd lad：
〃Go to thy bed； thou wert awake all last night； thou art tired。〃
The child entered the hut。
The old man followed him with his eyes； and added； as though speaking to himself：
〃I shall die while he sleeps。
The two slumbers may be good neighbors。〃
The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been。 He did not think he discerned God in this manner of dying； let us say the whole； for these petty contradictions of great hearts must be indicated like the rest：
he； who on occasion； was so fond of laughing at 〃His Grace；〃 was rather shocked at not being addressed as Monseigneur； and he was almost tempted to retort 〃citizen。〃 He was assailed by a fancy for peevish familiarity； mon enough to doctors and priests； but which was not habitual with him。 This man； after all； this member of the Convention； this representative of the people； had been one of the powerful ones of the earth； for the first time in his life； probably； the Bishop felt in a mood to be severe。
Meanwhile； the member of the Convention had been surveying him with a modest cordiality； in which one could have distinguished； possibly； that humility which is so fitting when one is on the verge of returning to dust。
The Bishop； on his side； although he generally restrained his curiosity； which； in his opinion； bordered on a fault； could not refrain from examining the member of the Convention with an attention which； as it did not have its course in sympathy； would have served his conscience as a matter of reproach； in connection with any other man。 A member of the Convention produced on him somewhat the effect of being outside the pale of the law； even of the law of charity。
G； calm； his body almost upright； his voice vibrating； was one of those octogenarians who form the subject of astonishment to the physiologist。 The Revolution had many of these men； proportioned to the epoch。 In this old man one was conscious of a man put to the proof。 Though so near to his end； he preserved all the gestures of health。 In his clear glance； in his firm tone； in the robust movement of his shoulders； there was something calculated to disconcert death。 Azrael； the Mohammedan angel of the sepulchre； would have turned back； and thought that he had mistaken the door。
G seemed to be dying because he willed it so。
There was freedom in his agony。
His legs alone were motionless。
It was there that the shadows held him fast。 His feet were cold and dead； but his head survived with all the power of life； and seemed full of light。
G； at this solemn moment； resembled the king in that tale of the Orient who was flesh above and marble below。
There was a stone there。
The Bishop sat down。
The exordium was abrupt。
〃I congratulate you；〃 said he； in the tone which one uses for a reprimand。
〃You did not vote for the death of the king； after all。〃
The old member of the Convention did not appear to notice the bitter meaning underlying the words 〃after all。〃
He replied。 The smile had quite disappeared from his face。
〃Do not congratulate me too much； sir。
I did vote for the death of the tyrant。〃
It was the tone of austerity answering the tone of severity。
〃What do you mean to say？〃 resumed the Bishop。
〃I mean to say that man has a tyrant；ignorance。
I voted for the death of that tyrant。
That tyrant engendered royalty； which is authority falsely understood； while science is authority rightly understood。 Man should be governed only by science。〃
〃And conscience；〃 added the Bishop。
〃It is the same thing。
Conscience is the quantity of innate science which we have within us。〃
Monseigneur Bienvenu listened in some astonishment to this language； which was very new to him。
The member of