He must be punished.
First, he had a terrible wigging from the master; and next, he was sentenced to imprisonment during the rest of the Carnival.
In default of a dungeon, they locked him in a dismal little chamber, with some bread and water.

Next day, Shrove Tuesday, while the Carnival was afoot, Jasmin felt very angry and very hungry.

"Who sleeps eats," says the proverb.

"But," said Jasmin, "the proverb lies: I did not sleep, and was consumed by hunger." Then he filled up the measure of his iniquity by breaking into a cupboard! It happened that the Convent preserves were kept in the room wherein he was confined.

Their odour attracted him, and he climbed up, by means of a table and chair, to the closet in which they were stored.