He could have apologized suitably to Juliette, that is, if she wanted an apology, which she showed no signs of doing until she saw the two men.

Indeed, at the moment, he thought that she seemed rather amused.
He thought of searching out Brother Smith and Professor Petersen, and explaining to them exactly what had happened in full detail, and should they still continue their ribald jests, of punching their heads, which as a manly young fellow, he was quite capable of doing.

Reflection showed him, however, that this course might not be wise, since such adventures are apt to end in the police-court, where the flower, and its fruit, would obtain undue publicity.

No, he must leave the business alone, and trust that Juliette would be merciful.

Supposing that she were to tell Madame that he had tried to kiss her, though probably she would _not_ mention that he had actually succeeded! The mere idea made him feel cold down the back.