BUNERAT. Well, your honor, there's another ses-
sion finished.

THE PRESIDENT [in red robe] I've been in a blue
funk lest these brutes would make me lose my train.
I'm going shooting to-morrow on the Cambo Ponds,
you see, my dear fellow, and after to-night's train it's
no go. [Looks at his watch] Oh, I've an hour and
a half yet.

BUNERAT. And what do you think of it, your
honor?

THE PRESIDENT. Of what? Of the acquittal?
What does it matter to me? I don't care -- on the
contrary, I prefer it. I am certain the advocate won't
ferret out some unintentional defect -- some formality
gone wrong. Where's my hat-box?

He is about to stand on a chair to reach the hat-box,
which is on the top of a cupboard. Bunerat precedes
him.

BUNERAT. Permit me, Monsieur. You are at home
here. [From the chair] I believe I shall have the
pleasure of seeing you here again next session. [He
sighs, holding out the hat-box]

THE PRESIDENT. A pleasure I shall share, my dear
fellow. [He takes out a small felt hat from the box]

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