BUNERAT. Would you like a brush? There's
Mouzon's brush. [A sigh] Ah, good God, when shall
I leave Mauleon? I should so like to live at Pau!

THE PRESIDENT. Pooh! A much overrated city!
Come, come!

BUNERAT. I suppose my new duties won't take me
there yet?

THE PRESIDENT. Don't you worry yourself. In the
winter, yes, it's very well -- but the summer -- ah, the
summer.

BUNERAT. I am not the one appointed?

THE PRESIDENT. Ah! You know already?

BUNERAT. Yes -- I -- yes -- that is to say, I did n't
know it was official.

THE PRESIDENT [brushing his hat and catching sight
of a dent] Dented already. In these days the hats
they sell you for felt, my dear chap, they're paste-
board, simply --

BUNERAT. True. Yes, I did n't know it was of-
ficial. Monsieur Mouzon is very lucky.

Enter Vagret in mufti.

THE PRESIDENT. There, there is our dear Monsieur
Vagret. Changed your dress already. Yes, you're
at home, you. For my part I must pack up all this.
Where the devil is the box I put my gown in? [Bu-
nerat makes a step to fetch it and then remains motion-
less] It's curious -- that -- what have they done with
it? In that cupboard -- you have n't seen it, my dear
Monsieur Bunerat?

BUNERAT. No.

THE PRESIDENT. Ah, here it is -- and my jacket in
it. [He opens the box and takes out his jacket, which
he lays aside on the table] Well, well, you've got
them acquitted, my dear Sir! Are you satisfied?

VAGRET. I am very glad.

THE PRESIDENT. And if they are the murderers?

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