But, you see, I thought he meant mischief." "And because you only thought he _meant_ mischief, _you_ must straightway proceed to _do_ mischief.

That's poor logic.

But think over what I have told you now, while I look over these papers." In half an hour's time, the Doctor, laying down the documents, again turned towards Israel, and removing his spectacles very placidly, proceeded in the kindest and most familiar manner to read him a paternal detailed lesson upon the ill-advised act he had been guilty of, upon the Pont Neuf; concluding by taking out his purse, and putting three small silver coins into Israel's hands, charging him to seek out the man that very day, and make both apology and restitution for his unlucky mistake.
"All of us, my honest friend," continued the Doctor, "are subject to making mistakes; so that the chief art of life, is to learn how best to remedy mistakes.

Now one remedy for mistakes is honesty.

So pay the man for the damage done to his box.