The narrator and his friend arrive at the Eiffel Tower in Paris. They are greeted by a crowd of people who want to give money to a charity. The narrator feels that he has been relying too heavily on others for kindness, and he wonders if this is the same thing that happened in India. He wonders if it is a rare event that makes it better. He says that in the past, only certain people were allowed to enter the palace. Now, however, the palace is open to everyone. He is glad that they have come to France, because it makes up for some of the problems he had encountered at the Porte de Nesle. He tells his friend about the bracelets that he had been forced to wear, and the man who had tried to pull them on him tried to do the same to him. He sighs that it is not a problem in France, but that he wishes he had come sooner. He feels that the tower is more like heaven than hell, and that he loves the part of the narrator that is "serious, proper, honest, and kind"