It was five o'clock in the evening, and, as he had done a week earlier, Inspector Javert kept watch over the Cafe Musain. No one had seen or heard of Grantaire since the incident involving Marius and the proprietress. Javert didn't blame him, really. If what had happened to Grantaire had happened to him, he would go into hiding, too. But of course, nothing like that had ever happened to Javert, nor ever would happen to Javert.
Then suddenly, a loud crash was heard from inside the cafe. Shrieks followed. Alarmed, Javert dashed over to the building. He pounded on the door. It burst open, and Grantaire was thrown out into the street.
"AND STAY OUT! You disreputable carouser! If I ever catch you hanging around here ever again, I'll have the Inspector called back, and next time he won't be so easy on you! Why, I ought to..." She trailed off as she tramped back inside.
Grantaire righted himself and looked around. Seeing Javert, his eyes widened, and he ran away as fast as he could, throwing a "Good evening, dear Inspector!" over his shoulder as he left. Javert sighed. He didn't even bother to give chase. Some things just never change.