"There is no one in Toulouse who will swear to your identity monsieur ?" he asked.
"I am afraid there is not," I replied.

"I know of no one." As I uttered those words the President's countenance changed as abruptly as if he had flung off a mask.

From soft and cat-like that he had been during the past few moments, he grew of a sudden savage as a tiger.

He leapt to his feet, his face crimson, his eyes seeming to blaze, and the words he spoke came now in a hot, confused, and almost incoherent torrent.
"Miserable!" he roared, "out of your own mouth have you convicted yourself.

And to think that you should have stood there and wasted the time of this Court--His Majesty's time--with your damnable falsehoods! What purpose did you think to serve by delaying your doom?
Did you imagine that haply, whilst we sent to Paris for your witnesses, the King might grow weary of justice, and in some fit of clemency announce a general pardon?
Such things have been known, and it may be that in your cunning you played for such a gain based upon such a hope.