Wegotbackintotheboat.Thenightwasdark，verydark.Isawclearly，however，thathehadcaughtherbythewaist，andthattheywerehuggingeachotheragainandagain.
Itwasafrightfulcatastrophe.Ourescapadewasdiscovered，withtheresultthatPerePiquedentwasdismissed.Andmyfather，inafitofanger，sentmetofinishmycourseofphilosophyatRibaudet’sschool.
SixmonthslaterItookmydegreeofBachelorofArts.ThenIwenttostudylawinParis，anddidnotreturntomynativetowntilltwoyearslater.
AtthecorneroftheRuedeSerpentashopcaughtmyeye.Overthedoorwerethewords：\"ColonialProducts——Piquedent\";thenunderneath，soastoenlightenthemostignorant：\"Grocery.\"
Iexclaimed：