"Let me see! 'Advocatus sed non latro—latro'—I can't remember it. Anyway, it fits your case, Maître Raymond. He was an advocate but not a thief, and devoted his life to the service of the poor. So he is supposed to be the patron saint of the lawyers—though more of them to-day are rather inclined to lay votive offerings on the shrine of Mammon. So to-morrow is the great day, eh?"
"Yes, to-morrow is the day."
"Feel frightened?"
"A little excited," the young man admitted. "Have you really come all the way from Paris to be here to-morrow?"
"Of course I have!" The lined face softened. "I'd have come from Kamschatka to see you fight your first battle!"
"Chennel is coming, too," remarked Floriot.
"Good! You were not particularly blooming the day I met the worthy doctor, young man," said Noel, turning to Raymond.
"No, so I've been told," smiled Raymond; "Dr. Chennel is going to take a practice at Biarritz. He often comes here to see me. Now, I think I'll go over my brief again, father, and see if I can't work in some of the things you suggested."
"Yes, that's it! Shake them up, my lad!" nodded his father. "After all she may be more sinned against than sinning—or you can make them think so, anyway. Well, what do you think of the boy?" he demanded, as Raymond disappeared in the direction of the large bush near the gate.
"You ought to be proud of him."