"She is sleeping quietly just now, sir," said the steward, coming forward. "The doctor is with her, and would rather she were not disturbed, if you have no objection."
"Very well," said the magistrate. "Leave us, please," and Dollon also went away.
Juve and M. de Presles looked at one another. The magistrate was the first to break the silence.
"So it is finished?" he remarked. "So this Charles Rambert is the culprit?"
Juve shook his head.
"Charles Rambert? Well, he ought to be the culprit."
"Why that reservation?" enquired the magistrate.
"I say 'ought to be,' for all the circumstances point to that conclusion, and yet in my bones I don't believe he is."
"Surely the presumptions of his guilt, his pseudo-confession, or at least his silence in face of his father's formal accusation, may make us sure he is," said M. de Presles.
"There are some presumptions in favour of his innocence too," Juve replied, but with a slight hesitation.