Come in.
[Enter an Officer and two Soldiers, dragging in Jean Valjean.]
Officer. Your Reverence, we found your silver on this man.
Bishop. Why not? I gave it to him. I am glad to see you again, Jean. Why did you not take the candlesticks, too?
Jean (trembling). Your Reverence—
Bishop. I told you everything in this house was yours, my brother.
Officer. Ah, then what he said was true. But, of course, we did not believe him. We saw him creeping from your garden—
Bishop. It is all right, I assure you. This man is a friend of mine.
Officer. Then we can let him go?
Bishop. Certainly.