He had had a vexing day.
The Clerk of the Court was on his feet in a second.

"Monsieur, you dare!" he exclaimed.

"You dare to multiply your crimes in that shameless way.

Begone! There are those who can make you respect decency.

I am not without my friends, and we all stand by each other in our love of home--of sacred home, monsieur." There was something right in the master-carpenter at the bottom, with all his villainy.