Jocquelet was always a little too noisy to please him.

After all, he was an old comrade, and out of politeness the poet congratulated him upon his success.
Jocquelet questioned him.

What was Amedee doing?
What had become of him?
Where was his literary work?
All this was asked with such cordiality and warmth of manner that one would have thought that Jocquelet was interested in Amedee, and had a strong friendship for him.

Nothing of the sort.

Jocquelet was interested in only one person in this world, and that person was named Jocquelet.