Moreover, you were foolish to wear such small boots, and to keep on your lavender kid gloves, besides embarrassing yourself with a silk hat and an umbrella.

Now confess your guilt, for it is the only thing left you to do, and I will give you permission to smoke in your dungeon some of those excellent trabucos you are so fond of, and which you always smoke with an amber mouthpiece.'" During this speech, M.Tabaret had gained at least a couple of inches in height, so great was his enthusiasm.

He looked at the magistrate, as if expecting a smile of approbation.
"Yes," continued he, after taking breath, "I would say that, and nothing else; and, unless this man is a hundred times stronger than I suppose him to be, unless he is made of bronze, of marble, or of steel, he would fall at my feet and avow his guilt." "But supposing he were of bronze," said M.Daburon, "and did not fall at your feet, what would you do next ?" The question evidently embarrassed the old fellow.
"Pshaw!" stammered he; "I don't know; I would see; I would search; but he would confess." After a prolonged silence, M.Daburon took a pen, and hurriedly wrote a few lines.
"I surrender," said he.

"M.

Albert de Commarin shall be arrested; that is settled.