Javert smirks quietly at the Englishman. He does agree with him about this obsessive need everyone has to insist that modern times are the only way to live, but he is not about to say it. He watches the man's rage escalate - that is a rather impressive shade of red he is going - and feels glad that he has more control over himself.

'For not being French. Not entirely. For being born of criminals, inside a jail. For being a policeman. Would you like a list?'

He is not going to write a list.

'I do not see the point you are trying to make, madame. I concur that it is amusing to ignore his-' he inclines his head towards Gene, '-point, but you are rather missing it yourself.'

He looks to Teja.

'Make her stop.'