La Bouzole. Poor woman! She must be terribly anxious.
Recorder. No. She is certain of the verdict. She hasn't the slightest anxiety. She was there all yesterday afternoon and she came back to-day, just as calm. Only to-day she wanted at any price to see the District Attorney or one of his assistants. Monsieur Ardeuil is away and Monsieur Vagret—
La Bouzole. Is in Court.
Recorder. She seemed very much put out at finding no one.
La Bouzole. Well, send her in here; perhaps I can give her a little advice. Maître Plaçat will be some time yet, won't he?
Recorder. I believe so.
La Bouzole. Well, tell her to come and speak to me, poor woman. That won't upset anybody and it may save her some trouble.
Recorder. Very well, your worship. [He goes to the door on the right, makes a sign to old Madame Etchepare, and goes out by the door at the back]
La Bouzole [alone] It's astonishing how benevolent I feel this morning!
Old Madame Etchepare enters, clad in the costume peculiar to old women of Basque race.