The affair was settled.

Early the next morning Amedee would enter the "ninth preparatory." "Give me your hand, my young friend," said the master, as father and son arose to take their leave.
Amedee reached out his hand, and M.Batifol took it in his, which was so heavy, large, and cold that the child shivered at the contact, and fancied he was touching a leg of mutton of six or seven pounds' weight, freshly killed, and sent from the butcher's.
Finally they left.

Early the next morning, Amedee, provided with a little basket, in which the old snuff-taker had put a little bottle of red wine, and some sliced veal, and jam tarts, presented himself at the boarding-school, to be prepared without delay for the teaching of the 'alma parens'.
The hippopotamus clothed in black did not take off his skullcap this time, to the child's great regret, for he wished to assure himself if the degrees of latitude and longitude were checked off in squares on M.
Batifol's cranium as they were on the terrestrial globe.

He conducted his pupil to his class at once and presented him to the master.
"Here is a new day scholar, Monsieur Tavernier.

You will find out how far advanced he is in reading and writing, if you please." M.Tavernier was a tall young man with a sallow complexion, a bachelor who, had he been living like his late father, a sergeant of the gendarmes, in a pretty house surrounded by apple trees and green grass, would not, perhaps, have had that 'papier-mache' appearance, and would not have been dressed at eight o'clock in the morning in a black coat of the kind we see hanging in the Morgue.