Across from him the Dane and his companions had ordered luncheon. Abe did likewise but scarcely touched it. Afterwards, he just sat, happy to live in the past. The drink made past happy things contemporary with the present, as if they were still going on,contemporary even with the future as if they were about to happen again.
At four the chasseur approached him:
"You wish to see a colored fellow of the name Jules Peterson?"
"God! How did he find me?"
"I didn't tell him you were present."