“Was it rejected yesterday?”
“A week ago. The Masher kept it from me; and I have not dared to read the papers lately.”
“There is always the commutation of sentence,” he suggested.
“The commutation? Do you imagine that they will commute the sentence of Arsène Lupin’s accomplices?”
She ejaculated the words with a violence and a bitterness which he pretended not to notice; and he said:
“Vaucheray perhaps not.... But they will take pity on Gilbert, on his youth....”
“They will do nothing of the sort.”
“How do you know?”
“I have seen his counsel.”
“You have seen his counsel! And you told him....”