“You would if you knew who will plead.”
“Oh!”
“The prosecution will employ M. Gransiere!”
“Oh, oh!”
“You will not deny that he is a first-class man?”
The magistrate was evidently becoming angry; his ears reddened up; and in the same proportion M. Daubigeon regained his calmness.
“God forbid that I should deny M. Gransiere’s eloquence. He is a powerful speaker, and rarely misses his man. But then, you know, cases are like books: they have their luck or ill luck. Jacques will be well defended.”
“I am not afraid of M. Magloire.”
“But Mr. Folgat?”
“A young man with no weight. I should be far more afraid of M. Lachant.”