He told me that he was sent by M.de Malipiero to arrange my hair so that I could go out, as the senator wished me to dine with him on that very day.

He examined the damage done to my head, and said, with a smile, that if I would trust to his art, he would undertake to send me out with an appearance of even greater elegance than I could boast of before; and truly, when he had done, I found myself so good-looking that I considered my thirst for revenge entirely satisfied.
Having thus forgotten the injury, I called upon the lawyer to tell him to stay all proceedings, and I hastened to M.de Malipiero's palace, where, as chance would have it, I met the abbe.

Notwithstanding all my joy, I could not help casting upon him rather unfriendly looks, but not a word was said about what had taken place.

The senator noticed everything, and the priest took his leave, most likely with feelings of mortified repentance, for this time I most verily deserved excommunication by the extreme studied elegance of my curling hair.
When my cruel godfather had left us, I did not dissemble with M.de Malipiero; I candidly told him that I would look out for another church, and that nothing would induce me to remain under a priest who, in his wrath, could go the length of such proceedings.

The wise old man agreed with me, and said that I was quite right: it was the best way to make me do ultimately whatever he liked.