Madame Vagret. Again! Oh, the juries are crazy!
Vagret. My dear, you express yourself just a little freely.
Madame Bunerat. Now, my dear Madame Vagret, you mustn't worry yourself.
She leads her up the stage.
Bunerat [to Vagret] Yes, my dear colleague, an acquittal. That makes three this session.
Mouzon [a man of forty, whiskered and foppish] Three prisoners whom we have had to set at liberty because we couldn't hold them for other causes.
Bunerat. A regular run on the black!
La Bouzole [a man of seventy] My dear colleagues would prefer a run on the red.
Bunerat. La Bouzole, you are a cynic! I do not understand how you can have the courage to joke on such a subject.