He
who prided himself in keeping the court right on points of procedure, who
was looked upon almost with the respect given the position of the Judge
himself, that he should fail in thinking of the obvious thing was
humiliating, and alas! so disconcerting.
"I am a fool, an imbecile," he responded, in great dejection.
"This much must be said, my imbecile, that every man some time or other
makes just such a fool of his intelligence," was the soft reply.
A thin hand made a gesture of dissent. "Not you, monsieur. Never!"
"If it is any comfort to you, know then, my Solon, that I have done so
publicly in my time, while you have only done it privately. But let us
see. That Masson must be struck of a heap. What sort of a man is he to
look at? Apart from his morals, what class of creature is he?"
"He is a man of strength, of force in his way, monsieur. He made himself
from an apprentice without a cent, and he has now thirty men at work."
"Then he does not drink or gamble?"
"Neither, monsieur."
"Has he a family?"
"No, monsieur."
"How old is he?"
"Forty or thereabouts, monsieur."
The Judge cogitated for a moment, then said: "Ah, that's bad--unmarried
and forty, and no vices except this.
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