Javert shook his head. "It wasn't a disturbance," he said in French, a trace of the South in his accent. Abruptly remembering his manners, he held out a hand to the man whom he hoped was Armand St. Just. "Javert. I believe I spoke with you on the bulletin board this morning."

He nodded briefly to the girl sitting across from Armand (thinking of him as St. Just was slightly unnerving). "Good day, mademoiselle," he said, switching awkwardly back to English.

Another nod to Trevelyan, who had just sat down. "I trust you returned to your room safely last night."