He was so deeply absorbed in his thoughts that he did not hear the door open, and was utterly unconscious of the magistrate's presence.
M.Daburon's voice aroused him from his reverie.
"You will excuse me, M.Tabaret, for having left you so long alone." The old fellow rose and bowed respectfully.
"By my faith, sir," replied he, "I have not had the leisure to perceive my solitude." M.Daburon crossed the room, and seated himself, facing his agent before a small table encumbered with papers and documents relating to the crime.

He appeared very much fatigued.
"I have reflected a good deal," he commenced, "about this affair--" "And I," interrupted old Tabaret, "was just asking myself what was likely to be the attitude assumed by the viscount at the moment of his arrest.

Nothing is more important, according to my idea, than his manner of conducting himself then.

Will he fly into a passion?
Will he attempt to intimidate the agents?
Will he threaten to turn them out of the house?
These are generally the tactics of titled criminals.

My opinion, however, is, that he will remain perfectly cool.