( Javert won't know how to explain it even if he tried. It's all so new to him — this traitorous heart, these feelings. Even now, he's at a loss for what to do. He looks up at Rosalind, fumbling for a moment before clearing his throat. )

I can scarcely blame him. A gentleman deserves to be called by his proper name.

( He doesn't know what else to say. Personal conversation has always been a difficult thing for Javert, and companionship even more so. Before Rosalind has a chance to say anything more, he stands and grips his lantern tight in his hand. )

Excuse me, madame, I should not take up more of your time.