On arriving at Paris, I alighted on the platform, and there I found myself face to face with a tall young man with a long beard, who, seeing me pass, called out, 'Ah, Cayrol!' It was Pierre.

I only recognized him by his voice.

He is much changed; with his beard, and his complexion bronzed like an African." "What did he say to you ?" "Nothing.

He pressed my hand.

He looked at me for a moment with glistening eyes.