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It was clear that Judge Carcasson felt deeply the dangers of the crisis, and that the futile outburst had merely been the agitated protest of the helpless. "The man is what he says he is an actor; and it would be folly to arrest him. If our Zoe is really fond of him, it would only make a martyr of him."
It was clear that Judge Carcasson felt deeply the dangers of the crisis, and that the futile outburst had merely been the agitated protest of the helpless. "The man is what he says he is an actor; and it would be folly to arrest him. If our Zoe is really fond of him, it would only make a martyr of him."
In a long experience I have never seen a better performance have you, monsieur?" he added to M. Fille. "But once," was the pointed and deliberate reply. "Ah, when was that?" asked Judge Carcasson, interested. "The year monsieur le juge was ill, and Judge Blaquiere took your place. It was in Vilray at the Court House here."
Also he had upheld his lies with a striking narrative of circumstantiality. He made things fit in "like mortised blocks" as the Clerk of the Court said to Judge Carcasson, when they discussed the infamy afterwards with clear conviction that it was perjury of a shameless kind; for one who would perjure himself to save a man from jail, would also swear a man into the gallows-rope.
"Haven't we always been friends?" the young girl asked with the look of a visionary suddenly springing up in her eyes. Here was temperament indeed. She pleased Judge Carcasson greatly. "But yes, always, and always, and always," he replied. Inwardly he said to himself, "I did not see that at first. It is her father in her. "Zoe!" said her mother reprovingly.
When the paper had been made one with the earth, a problem buried for ever, Jean Jacques pulled himself up to his full height, as though facing a great thing which he must do. "Well, of course!" he said firmly. That was what his honour, Judge Carcasson, had said a few hours before, when the little Clerk of the Court had remarked an obvious thing about the case of Jean Jacques.
In silence these two watched the red wagon till it was out of sight. Judge Carcasson was right. For a year after Zoe's flight Jean Jacques wrapped Sebastian Dolores round his neck like a collar, and it choked him like a boaconstrictor. But not Sebastian Dolores alone did that.
On the day he sold his farm he was by no means out of danger of absolute insolvency he was in fact ruined; but he was not yet the victim of those processes which would make him legally insolvent. "I like his pluck, but still, ten to one, he loses," remarked M. Mornay to Judge Carcasson. "He is an unlucky man, and I agree with Napoleon that you oughtn't to be partner with an unlucky man."
At any other time this would have made Jean Jacques nod and smile, or wave a hand, or exclaim in good fellowship. Now, however, his eyes were full of trouble, and the glassiness of the semi-trance leaving them, they shifted restlessly here and there. Suddenly they fastened on the little group of which Judge Carcasson was the centre. He had stopped his horses almost beside them.
Then they both laughed at the inexpensive joke, and the Clerk of the Court was in high spirits, for on either side of the street were people with whom he lived every day, and they could see the doyen of the Bench, the great Judge Carcasson, who had refused to be knighted, arm in arm with him.
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