The next public appearance of FranÇois St. Cyr was in the Newark Police Court. He was pale and limp, and had thoughts of suicide. He was still clothed in his dress suit, which clung to him as if it, too, felt “des-pond.”

FranÇois St. Cyr was fined $20.

Bebe, the jealous, the faithful little Bebe, was there to pay the money. Mon Dieu! how he loved her! He would be her bird and sing to her all her life! Never would he leave his Bebe more! As for the false one of the chorus: FranÇois St. Cyr “des-spised” her.

Also Bebe had brought the week-day suit of FranÇois St. Cyr. Could an angel have had more forethought? FranÇois St. Cyr changed his clothes in a jury room, and Bebe and he came home cooing like turtle doves.