"I said to myself as I looked at you just now, Monsieur Mouillard has some bother. Button up all the way, if you please, for a doctor's essay; if-you-please. It's a heartache, then?" "Something of the kind." He shrugged his shoulders and went before me, struggling with an asthmatic chuckle, until we came to the room set apart for the examination. It was the smallest and darkest of all, and borrowed its light from a street which had little enough to spare, and spared as little as it could. On the left against the wall is a raised desk for the candidate. At the end, on a platform before a bookcase, sit the six examiners in red robes, capes with three bands of ermine, and gold-laced caps. Between the candidate's desk and the door is a little enclosure for spectators, of whom there were about thirty when I entered. My performance, which had a chance of being brilliant, was only fair. The three first examiners had read my essay, especially M. Flamaran, who knew it well and had enjoyed its novel and audacious propositions. He pursed up his mouth preparatory to putting the first question, like an epicure sucking a ripe fruit. And when at length he opened it, amid the general silence, it was to carry the discussion at once up to such heights of abstraction that a good number of the audience, not understanding a word of it, stealthily made for the door. Each successive answer put fresh spirit into him. "Very good," he murmured, "very good; let us carry it a step farther. Now supposing " And, the demon of logic at his heels, we both went off like inspired lunatics into a world of hypotheses where never man had set foot. He was examining no longer, he was inventing and intoxicating himself with deductions. No one was right or wrong. We were reasoning about chimeras, he radiant, I cool, before his gently tickled colleagues. I never realized till then what imagination a jurist's head could contain. Perspiring freely, he set down a white mark, having exceeded by ten minutes the recognized time for examination. The second examiner was less enthusiastic. He made very few suppositions, and devoted all his art to convicting me of a contradiction between page seventeen and page seventy-nine. He kept repeating, "It's a serious matter, sir, very serious." But, nevertheless, he bestowed a second white mark on me. I only got half white from the third. The rest of the examination was taken up in matters extraneous to the subject of my essay, a commonplace trial of strength, in which I replied with threadbare arguments to outworn objections. And then it ended. Two hours had passed. I left the room while the examiners made up their minds. A few friends came up to me. "Congratulations, old man, I bet on six whites." "Hallo, Larive! I never noticed you." "I quite believe you; you didn't notice anybody, you still look bewildered. Is it the emotion inseparable from--" "I dare say."