Cabuche, in a voice thick with impotent anger, grumbled:
"No one has told me, but I can easily guess. There has been enough talk about it!"
"You knew Monsieur Grandmorin?"
"Yes, yes; I knew him, only too well!"
"A girl named Louisette, your sweetheart, went as housemaid to Madame Bonnehon?"
The quarryman flew into a frightful rage. In his anger, he was ready to shed blood.
"Those who say that," he exclaimed with an oath, "are liars! Louisette was not my sweetheart."
The magistrate watched him lose his temper with curiosity. And giving a turn to the examination, remarked:
"You are very violent. You were sentenced to five years' imprisonment for killing a man in a quarrel?"