Now he deliberately stopped the party in their progress to the alcove.
"I have to meet you," he said to Ronicky.

"You remind me of a friend of my father, a young Westerner, those many years ago.

Same brown skin, same clear eye.

He was a card expert, the man I'm thinking about.

I hope you're not in the same class, my friend!" Then he went on, laughing thunderously at his own poor jest.
Particularly from the back, as he retreated, he seemed a harmless fat man, very simple, very naive.