La Bouzole. I shouldn't joke if your prisoners were condemned.
Mouzon. I'm not thinking of our prisoners—I'm thinking of ourselves. If you imagine we shall receive the congratulations of the Chancellery, you are mistaken.
Bunerat. He doesn't care a straw if the Mauleon Court does earn a black mark in Paris.
La Bouzole. You have said it, Bunerat; I don't care a straw! I have nothing more to look for. I shall be seventy years old next week, and I retire automatically. Nothing more to hope for; I have a right to judge matters according to my own conscience. I'm out of school! [He gives a little skip] Don't get your backs up—I've done—I see the Year Book over there; I'm going to look out the dates of the coming vacation for you. [He takes a seat to the left]
Bunerat. Well, there it is. [To Vagret] The President of Assizes is furious.
Mouzon. It won't do him any good either.
Vagret. And my substitute?
Bunerat. You may well say "your substitute"!
Mouzon. It's all his fault. He pleaded extenuating circumstances. He!
Bunerat. Where does the idiot hail from?