After a while he heard someone calling him:
“Archag, Archag!”
“What is it?”
“Dr. Mills is asking for you.”
Archag entered the room where all the professors were seated around the table.
“My friend,” said the president to him, “you have committed a serious fault in touching the collection of butterflies after having been told not to do so. The loss you have occasioned to our museum is irreparable. We are willing, however, to take into consideration your youth and inexperience, as extenuating circumstances, since you are just at the beginning of your college career. You will have five days on bounds, and be marked zero for conduct in your next report.”
“Then I am not expelled?”
“No; we think you are sufficiently punished in this way.”
“Oh! thank you, thank you, Machallah!” cried Archag. He kissed the president’s hand again and again, then fled precipitately to hide the sobs that stifled him.