Enter Madame Vagret, greatly moved. The recorder goes up to her. The doorkeeper disappears.
Madame Vagret. Ah! My God!
Recorder. Madame Vagret, I am only a simple clerk, but allow me to say it was admirable! Wonderful!
Madame Vagret. Wonderful!
Recorder. As for the counsel from Bordeaux, Monsieur Vagret had him absolutely at his mercy!
Madame Vagret. Hadn't he?
Recorder. He's certain enough, now, to be condemned to death!
Madame Vagret. Certain!
Recorder. Madame, the jurymen were looking at that fellow Etchepare, that thug, in a way that made my blood run cold. As Monsieur Vagret went on with his speech you felt they would have liked to settle his hash themselves—the wretch!
Madame Vagret. I saw that—