"
At this moment Dr. Gendron appeared at the door.
"Courtois is better," said he. "He weeps like a child; but he will
come out of it."
"Heaven be praised!" cried the old justice of the peace. "Now,
since you've come, let us hurry off to Corbeil; Monsieur Domini,
who is waiting for us this morning, must be mad with impatience."
XXIII
M. Plantat, in speaking of M. Domini's impatience, did not exaggerate
the truth. That personage was furious; he could not comprehend the
reason of the prolonged absence of his three fellow-workers of the
previous evening. He had installed himself early in the morning in
his cabinet, at the court-house, enveloped in his judicial robe; and
he counted the minutes as they passed. His reflections during the
night, far from shaking, had only confirmed his opinion. As he
receded from the period of the crime, he found it very simple and
natural--indeed, the easiest thing in the world to account for.
He was annoyed that the rest did not share his convictions, and he
awaited their report in a state of irritation which his clerk only
too well perceived. He had eaten his breakfast in his cabinet, so
as to be sure and be beforehand with M.
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