Mouzon. And then?
Bridet. That's all.
Mouzon [throwing himself back in his chair] And you've come here to bother me for this, eh? Answer. For this?
Bridet. But, your worship—I beg your pardon—I thought—I beg your pardon—
Mouzon. Listen. How many gipsies were there? Think well. Don't make a mistake.
Bridet. Five.
Mouzon. Are you certain of that?
Bridet. Yes, Monsieur.
Mouzon. Yes. Well, in the presence of the gendarmes you said there were five or six. So you are more certain of a fact at the end of a month than you were on the day on which you observed it. On the other hand, you no longer know whether the fact occurred on a Monday or a Friday, nor whether the gipsies were leaving the house or merely crossing the fields. [Sternly] Tell me, are you acquainted with the accused? Etchepare—do you know him?
Bridet. Yes, Monsieur.