But for me there would be a wife and three children in the bondage of shame, sorrow, poverty and misery"-- his eyes again ravished the brown eyes of Palass Poucette's widow--"and here again I drink to my own health and to that of all good people--with charity to all and malice towards none!" The little bottle of golden cordial was raised towards Mere Langlois.
The fingers of one hand, however, were again seeking those of the comely young widow who was half behind him, when he felt them caught spasmodically away.

Before he had time to turn round he heard a voice, saying: "I should have thought that 'With malice to all and charity towards none,' was your motto, Dolores." He knew that voice well enough.

He had always had a lurking fear that he would hear it say something devastating to him, from the great chair where its owner sat and dispensed what justice a jury would permit him to do.

That devastating something would be agony to one who loved liberty and freedom--had not that ever been his watchword, liberty and freedom to do what he pleased in the world and with the world?
Yes, he well knew Judge Carcasson's voice.

He would have recognized it in the dark--or under the black cap.