[At that, Javert's expression abruptly changes, a sudden compression of the mouth and eyes. His eyebrow jerks upward and disappears into his bangs.

And then he laughs his queer, silent, mirthless laugh. He counters glibly,]

I should like to see that! What if I tell you your opinion of my front-runner lurks someplace just above how you feel about those fancy rats at the local pet shop? Could you deliver the news gaily?