Mouzon. Will you speak to him as I suggest? Shall I send for him?
Yanetta. Yes, Monsieur.
Mouzon. [to the recorder] Bring in the accused. Tell the gendarmes I shall not need them.
Etchepare enters.
Scene X:—The same, Etchepare.
Yanetta. Pierre! To see you here—my Pierre—a prisoner—like a thief! My poor husband—my poor husband! Oh, prove you haven't done anything! Tell his worship—tell him the truth. It'll be best. I beg you tell him the truth.
Etchepare. It's all no good. I know, I can feel, I'm done for. All that I can do or say would be no use. Every word I do say turns against me. The gentleman wants me to be guilty. I must be guilty, according to him. So you see! What would you have me do, my poor darling? I've got no strength to go on struggling against him. Let them do what they like with me; I shan't say anything more.
Yanetta. Yes, yes, you must speak. You must defend yourself. I beg of you, Pierre. I beg of you, defend yourself.
Etchepare. What's the use?