His prison would become a habitable abode, no more solitary confinement; his friends would visit him, he might receive whomsoever he wished to see.
It was no longer the magistrate who spoke; it was a father, who, no matter what happens, always keeps in the recesses of his heart, the greatest indulgence for his child.
M.Daburon did even more.

For a moment he imagined himself in Albert's position.

What would he have done after the terrible revelation?
He scarcely dared ask himself.

He understood the motive which prompted the murder of Widow Lerouge; he could explain it to himself; he could almost excuse it.

(Another trap.) It was certainly a great crime, but in no way revolting to conscience or to reason.