Jacques Aubry took a chair, sat down, threw one leg over the other and swung it in high glee.
"Ah!" exclaimed the lieutenant, rubbing his hands. "Master Clerk, let us look over the complainant's deposition."
The clerk rose, and, by virtue of his great height, readied over to the other side of the table, and selected the documents concerning Jacques Aubry from a pile of papers.
"Here it is," he said.
"Who lodges the complaint?" inquired the magistrate.
"Gervaise-Perrette Popinot," said the clerk.
"That's it," said the student, nodding his head violently; "that's the one."
"A minor," said the clerk; "nineteen years of age."
"Oho! a minor!" exclaimed Aubry.
"So it appears from her declaration."