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`` You have made a bloomer , '' he answered . `` I did not claim it . The prize was claimed by the wife of a piano-tuner , who had discovered mademoiselle Girard employed in the artificial flower department of the Printemps . I read the bloodcurdling news at nine o'clock on a Friday evening ; and at 9:15 , when I hurled myself , panic-stricken , into the pension de famille , the impostor who had tricked me out of three weeks ' board and lodging had already done a bolt . I have never had the joy of meeting her since . '' One day Tricotrin had eighty francs , and he said to Pitou , who was no less prosperous , `` Good-bye to follies , for we have arrived at an epoch in our careers ! Do not let us waste our substance on trivial pleasures , or paying the landlord -- let us make it a provision for our future ! ''