hese things as I watched the little jets of gas
flare up, feeling my loneliness increase with the falling shadows.
"A big, fat man sat down at the next table and called in a stentorian
voice:
"'Waiter, my bitters!'
"The 'my' came out like the report of a cannon. I immediately understood
that everything was his in life, and not another's; that he had his
nature, by Jove, his appetite, his trousers, his everything, his, more
absolutely and more completely than anyone else's. Then he looked round
him with a satisfied air. His bitters were brought, and he ordered:
"'My newspaper!'
"I wondered: 'Which newspaper can his be?' The title would certainly
reveal to me his opinions, his theories, his principles, his hobbies, his
weaknesses.
"The waiter brought the Temps. I was surprised. Why the Temps, a serious,
sombre, doctrinaire, impartial sheet? I thought:
"'He must be a serious man with settled and regular habits; in short, a
good bourgeois.'
"He put on his gold-rimmed spectacles, leaned back before beginning to
read, and once more glanced about him. He noticed me, and immediately
began to stare at me in an annoying manner. I was even going to ask the
reason for this attention, when he exclaimed from his seat:
"'Well, by all that's holy, if this isn't Gontran Lardois.'
"I answered:
"'Yes, monsieur, you are not mistaken.'
"Then he quickly rose and came toward me with hands outstretched:
"'Well, old man, how are you?'
"As I did not recognize him at all I was greatly embarrassed. I
stammered:
"'Why-very well-and-you?'
"He began to laugh "'I bet you don't recognize me.'
"'No, not exactly. It seems--however--'
"He slapped me on the back:
"'Come on, no joking! I am Patience, Robert Patience, your friend, your
chum.'
"I recognized him. Yes, Robert Patience, my old college chum. It was he.
I took his outstretched hand:
"'And how are you?'
"'Fine!'
"His smile was like a paean of victory.
"He asked:
"'What are you doing here?'
"I explained that I was government inspector of taxes.
"He continued, pointing to my red ribbon:
"'Then you have-been a success?'
"I answered:
"'Fairly so. And you?'
"'I am doing well!'
"'What are you doing?'
"'I'm in business.'
"'Making money?'
"'Heaps. I'm very rich. But come around to lunch, to-morrow noon, 17 Rue
du Coq-qui-Chante; you will see my place.'
"He seemed to hesitate a second, then continued:
"'Are you still
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