"Oh, Madame Bertholet," I said, "Raoul didn't mind a bit once he got his taxi back. He was a nice boy. Let's forget about these things, we all make mistakes sometimes, let's talk about something else." I cast around in my mind for something to cheer the old lady up, and as usual on these occasions, my mind went completely blank.
From ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, Chapter 13, Surfeit of Bracelets.