“'Quantum mutatus ab illo!'”
Piquedent raised his head, left his female customer, and rushed toward
me with outstretched hands.
“Ah! my young friend, my young friend, here you are! What luck! what
luck!”
A beautiful woman, very plump, abruptly left the cashier's desk and
flung herself on my breast. I had some difficulty in recognizing her,
she had grown so stout.