To add insult to injury, Mademoiselle Fevrier, having kept for herself half of what I had collected, pretended to hand over the full amount to a nurse who dutifully cried: ‘Twelve francs! That’s simply wonderful!’ I fell into a terrible rage. I wasn’t being taken at my true value; I had thought I was the star of the proceedings, and I’d only been an accessory: I’d been cheated.
