He nodded his little bob-wigged head at us, and said repeatedly, 'All right, Johnny--me comprong.' Then Goguelat shook hands with me, embraced me again, and I went out of the room sobbing like an infant.
How often have I not seen it, that the most unpardonable fellows make the happiest exits! It is a fate we may well envy them.

Goguelat was detested in life; in the last three days, by his admirable staunchness and consideration, he won every heart; and when word went about the prison the same evening that he was no more, the voice of conversation became hushed as in a house of mourning.
For myself I was like a man distracted; I cannot think what ailed me: when I awoke the following day, nothing remained of it; but that night I was filled with a gloomy fury of the nerves.

I had killed him; he had done his utmost to protect me; I had seen him with that awful smile.

And so illogical and useless is this sentiment of remorse, that I was ready, at a word or a look, to quarrel with somebody else.

I presume the disposition of my mind was imprinted on my face; and when, a little after, I overtook, saluted and addressed the doctor, he looked on me with commiseration and surprise.
I had asked him if it was true.
'Yes,' he said, 'the fellow's gone.' 'Did he suffer much ?' I asked.
'Devil a bit; passed away like a lamb,' said he.