P.—Why were you so reticent in your first examination?
A.—I though it important for my interests to answer only in court.
P.—You have heard of what crimes you are accused?
A.—I am innocent. And, first of all, I beg you will allow me to say one thing. The crime committed at Valpinson is an atrocious, cowardly crime; but it is at the same time an absurdly stupid crime, more like the unconscious act of a madman. Now, I have always been looked upon as not lacking exactly in intelligence.
P.—That is a discussion.
A.—Still, Mr. President—
P.—Hereafter you shall have full liberty to state your argument. For the present you must be content to answer the questions which I shall ask you.
A.—I submit.
P.—Were you not soon to be married?
At this question all eyes are turned towards Miss Chandore, who blushes till she is as red as a poppy, but does not cast down her eyes.