The President. Then you made a sign to the advocate.
Vagret. Yes. I thought he would have something else to say.
The President. But why delay the verdict? You had won the victory.
Vagret. Precisely.
The President. What do you mean?
Vagret. During my indictment a fact came to light that worried me.
The President. A fact?
Vagret. Not a fact—but—in short—[A pause] I beg your pardon—I am very tired—
The President. I can very well understand your emotion, my dear Vagret. One always feels—on the occasion of one's first death sentence—but—you will see one gets used to it. [Going out, to Bunerat] Indeed, he does look very tired.
Bunerat. I fancy he is feeling his position too keenly.