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No one else but M. Magloire, the man whom everybody respects in the whole district, and who had three warm personal friends among the jurymen. I foresaw it, and I told him where he would get into trouble. But there are people who will not listen. M. Gransiere wants to be elected himself. It is a fancy, a monomania of our day: everybody wants to be a deputy.
He pushed aside an old gransiere, without the gift of small coin that usually flowed so easily from his hand, for service rendered or unrendered, as he impatiently questioned the gondoliers. "One who knows Murano well!" he called. There was an instant response from an old man almost past traghetto service, but his age and probable garrulity commended him.
"Well," said M. Daubigeon, "'the opinions of men are more fickle and changeable than the waves of the sea." But, interrupting the quotation, M. Galpin asked his clerk, "Well, what else?" "I went to hand M. Gransiere the letter which you gave me for him" "What did he say?" "I found him in consultation with the president, M. Domini.
There was a babel of voices and a self-gratulatory proffer of lithe forms, while the old gondolier turned undecidedly from one to another, and the tottering gransiere ostentatiously protected the velvet mantle of the artist as he sprang into the boat. With an impatient gesture the Veronese indicated his choice, and they were soon on their way.
"There," he said, "is evidently the weak part of the armor; and I would do well to point it out to M. Gransiere. Jacques's counsel are capable of making that the turning-point of their plea." And, in spite of all he had said to M. Daubigeon, he was very much afraid of the counsel for the defence.
He declined to follow our advice, being confident, as he said, that his cause was a good one." M. Gransiere, resuming his seat, "The jury will judge of this plea." A. Yes, sir. My wedding was to take place at the church in Brechy, and I had to make my arrangements with the priest about the ceremony. I had, besides, to fulfil certain religious duties.
A murmur of approbation accompanied the last words of M. Gransiere, and continued for some time after he had concluded. There is not a woman in the whole assembly who does not shed tears. P. The counsel for the defence. As M. Magloire had so far alone taken an active part in the defence, it was generally believed that he would speak. But it was not so. M. Folgat rises.
And on all sides people repeated, "At all events, M. Folgat is right. The whole matter is far from being cleared up. The jury was long before they agreed. Perhaps M. de Boiscoran would have been acquitted, if, at the last moment, M. Gransiere had not announced the impending death of Count Claudieuse in the adjoining room."
M. Gransiere occupies the seat of the prosecuting attorney. Behind them the jurymen sit down, looking grave and solemn. Everybody rises, everybody strains his eyes to see, and stands on tiptoe. Some persons in the back rows even get upon their chairs. The president has ordered the prisoner to be brought in. He appears. He is dressed in black, and with great elegance.
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