Paul answered, "yes." The soldier seemed delighted and said, "Have you got any money?
I am from Baltimore," all in the same breath.

Paul told him that he had a few francs and that he was perfectly willing to divide and invited him to take dinner.
"I will take dinner gladly with you," responded his new acquaintance, "but we had better strike some cheaper quarters than our present surroundings." So the two turning off the boulevard, pursued their way along the narrow streets until they struck something more in keeping with their financial standing.

Here they entered a modest looking cafe and ordered a ragout.

While seated at the table they continued their conversation in English.

The sour looking landlord after taking their order eyed them suspiciously for a few moments, while trying to understand their conversation.