[She frowns back at him, more uncertain than displeased.]

The-- the woman. The one you arrested. You told me . . .

[Hmm. The uncertainty leaves her face, and now she looks at him carefully, watching him to see how he reacts.]

Her name was Fantine. She had fought with a man, and you'd come upon them. You assumed her guilty because of what she was, and tried to arrest her, but Valjean-- still the mayor at that point-- intervened. And then . . . I'm not certain how, I was more interested in you than them, but Valjean took her child after she died, and raised it as his own.

You've no memory of this?