[She listens, and she does not laugh, because that would be both cruel and wildly misunderstood. She doesn't have the urge to laugh because she pities him or finds him inadequate. She bites back a laugh because this man, this criminal, the words Javert uses with him, he sounds like--
Insufferably gentle, and she'd hated Robert for his softness, his kindness, Rosie you cannot possibly be so callous, I know you, he would be encouraging, just as Javert says, Rosie we have to fix this, earnest eyes and then all steel, because Robert was kind but he was not damp, and when pleas hadn't worked he'd blackmailed her, because doing the right thing was more important than anything, even his beloved, even the woman for whom he'd given up everything.]
It sounds incurably dull.
[And restful, which may be the point. She doesn't say it sneeringly, but rather gently, something not quite a joke.]
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Insufferably gentle, and she'd hated Robert for his softness, his kindness, Rosie you cannot possibly be so callous, I know you, he would be encouraging, just as Javert says, Rosie we have to fix this, earnest eyes and then all steel, because Robert was kind but he was not damp, and when pleas hadn't worked he'd blackmailed her, because doing the right thing was more important than anything, even his beloved, even the woman for whom he'd given up everything.]
It sounds incurably dull.
[And restful, which may be the point. She doesn't say it sneeringly, but rather gently, something not quite a joke.]
. . . what was his name?